The good news was that Spock hadn't died of hypothermia.

The bad news was that it was still remarkably cold, and Spock seemed to have contracted what Humans described as a 'cold.'

Still, he had obligations, so on Tuesday he reported to work, ready to spend the day sniffling, trying not to sneeze on anything important, and trying to not give away that he was kind of miserable, since Vulcans weren't supposed to do miserable. Admire his stoicism. Admire it!

Stark Industries was open.