While Pike didn't have to look to see his own Spock's reaction to that news, knowing Vulcan coolness would win over human emotion, his grip on the chair only tightened with one hand as he slipped the other down to squeeze Spock's shoulder briefly before replacing it on the chair. That was really the only support he could show Spock, both Spocks really, at the moment without causing insult. Later he would make sure he was fine, after of course gathering all the pertinent facts about who survived, how it happened and everything else surrounding it. Either heads would roll or he would be dealing with breaking the news to Michael as well, but he wouldn't do that without all the facts.
He only needed her breaking someone's nose once.
The fact that it had been destroyed in the same year as they had come from didn't sit well at all with Pike however. That didn't speak well to what the Red Angel could be guarding them from, what Control was willing to do to control the galaxy. Without knowledge of the how, well that was entirely pointless speculation.
"It's fine," Pike had to pause to clear his throat. "I can imagine that it is a rather large difference between realities, and it so far lines up to what we can tell is a different reality from our own. If I may ask, how did it happen?"
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He only needed her breaking someone's nose once.
The fact that it had been destroyed in the same year as they had come from didn't sit well at all with Pike however. That didn't speak well to what the Red Angel could be guarding them from, what Control was willing to do to control the galaxy. Without knowledge of the how, well that was entirely pointless speculation.
"It's fine," Pike had to pause to clear his throat. "I can imagine that it is a rather large difference between realities, and it so far lines up to what we can tell is a different reality from our own. If I may ask, how did it happen?"