Vulcans aren't big on concealed weapons, so it doesn't immediately occur to him that she would have more of them, though he narrows his eyes at the one she removes from under her shirt. The fact that she has more than one knife on her is cause for some suspicion, he thinks, but she's agreed to put them away, which is a step in the right direction.

He waits for her, shifting his half-full bag of herbs to his other shoulder. Since she appears to be willing to cooperate, he supposes he can afford to be a little friendlier, though he still dislikes the idea of humans running all over his island unchecked, and her crewmates are still out there. He'll let the elders handle that.