I used the moderately cool morning (below 30 degrees, which is progress, compared to the previous days) and wrote half the chapter in one go. It's a short and not very complicated one, so I hope I'll finish it tomorrow, as next week promises to be rather hectic, with (finally!) closing school term and all the insanity that goes with it.

Excerpt:
In which they are trying to figure out what happened to Rina and the security guy, Burke.

The security officers were watching the proceedings in bewilderment.

“Why do you want to know where the other Vulcans have been in the last hour or so?” Aron finally asked.

“Because the bruises to Ensign Rina’s trapezoid muscle are characteristic for the trauma caused by the technique that humans have nicknamed the Vulcan neck pinch,” Selar answered calmly.

The humans stared at her somewhat shocked, but she continued on with her deductions unerringly.

“Logic dictates therefore that one of my own kind should be the primary suspect. However,” she gestured at the viewscreen, “this movement pattern shows that none of the resident Vulcans have been in that particular turbolift cabin in the last forty minutes.”

“Vulcans aren’t the only ones capable of using the neck pinch, though,” Tallman said in a tone that suggested that she, too, would be able to do so.