Uhura had become increasingly more agitated in the fifty-six minutes it took for Spock to arrive. Neither McCoy nor Kirk were answering their comms. Kirk sleeping through it she could see, especially because he hadn't been released from the hospital all that long ago and although he tried to hide it, the whole crew could tell he was exhausted.

But McCoy, Uhura knew he wouldn't ignore her calls, or be so careless as to let his communicator die. She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but she couldn't help the nervous knots her insides here being tied into.

When she saw Spock enter she allowed herself a small sigh of relief. She was a perfectly competent leader, she was just happy to have someone to lean against. The pressure was no longer resting solely on her shoulders.

"Spock." She called.

Before he'd even come to a full stop he was making inquiries, not even bothering with a greeting. "Have there been any new developments?"

The Communications officer knew what he was truly asking about immediately, but she had to keep an air of professionalism about the situation. "We've been able to locate and rescue a handful of the people who were near the doors of the building, but we're still waiting on search and rescue to figure out how many are trapped."

Spock nodded once, the corners of his mouth twitching downward ever so slightly. "Any word on the Captain or Doctor yet?"

Uhura shook her head, her lips tightening into a thing line, "Not yet. I'm starting to get worried. Spock, what if something happened?"

"Nyota, if Jim's health had declined drastically Doctor McCoy would have made us aware."

Uhura nodded with a controlled breath, glad that Spock still understood her so well even though they were no longer dating.

"Uhura!" Sulu called urgently from across the tent they'd set up as their emergency base. "We found someone, she's getting pulled out right now."

Uhura dashed through the flapping doors of the tent and into the first rays of the rising sun without a second thought, Spock hot on her heels. "How is she?"

"Conscious and talking, but she doesn't know for sure what happened."

"I want to talk to her before she heads to the hospital."

The woman was young, her clothes tattered and her hair in a huge poofy mess. She seemed to be rambling and confused, "My shoe, I'm missing my shoe. I had both when I left this morning, didn't I?"

As Uhura rounded the team supporting the woman she saw a light blue colored liquid seeping from a nasty cut on her head, which explained the rambling. "Miss, my name is Nyota Uhura, I work on the USS Enterprise, do you remember anything from before the building collapse?"

The woman's large onyx eyes centered on Uhura's face, "Building?"

"Yes, the building you were just pulled from, can you remember anything about how it collapsed?"

"There was, some sort of rumbling, deep in the ground. And a- a pop? The walls were shaking. Then everything was gone!"

The medic glanced up at her apologetically, "We have to take her." He said, his voice serious.

Uhura stepped back with a nod, "Of course, thank you."

As the lady was carted away Uhura turned to Spock and Sulu. "What are we thinking?"

Sulu gave a shrug, "It could have been some sort of weapon."

"An attack right now would be logical as the city is significantly weakened by the crash of the Vengeance."

Uhura allowed the weight of the possibility to fall on her for just a minute. A single minute where her eyes fell shut and her heart hammered with fear before she released a level breath and snapped her eyes back open, determination burning within them. "Alright." She nodded, "Alright."