He relaxed slightly when he was at least far enough away from her that she couldn't simply slip a knife in under his ribs, and crossed his arms easily over his chest, crossing one foot in front of the other as he leaned back against the wall of the lift. He looked for all the world as if he were one hundred percent unperturbed at being trapped here with Uhura, and even went so far as to allow himself a moment to close his eyes. Only a brief moment, though, before he opened them again, taking a keen interest in the wall once more.

"No one said you had tae talk, love," he replied easily, giving her a small, one-shouldered shrug. But for all his posturing, for all that he affected an air of absolute disregard for their current situation, inwardly, his mind was racing. If she did strike at him... She'd likely land a hit on him before he had a chance to react, but once she'd made her move, that would allow him a tiny opening to subdue her. The trick was in making sure she didn't hit anything vital. "Plenty o' other ways tae keep yourself entertained."