Connant's eyes widen slightly. The future? He's impressed, though he doesn't ask more about it. Still, his mind's buzzing with guesses about what the future in Spock's home universe could be like.

"A desert world? So I'm guessing you're an extraterrestrial." Connant sighs, scratching his beard. "In my world, we found a flying saucer frozen in the ice. The pilot wasn't as friendly as you are, unfortunately."