[Without complaint (for at least a minute or so), Spock is inspired to strum his way through the chorus of a Vulcan folk song. When it ends and he hears the thump of a fist, he murmurs from his side:]
One would think properly soundproofed rooms to be important on a starship.
[ Son of a gun. Was this purgatory? It certainly felt as though it was. ]
[ ..... Still, the music was peaceful. Perhaps he'll listen a minute longer before banging his fist against the wall. ]