[Though Arsene sounds like he is talking through a hollow space, it will suffice. He removes his hand and takes his regular stance once again with the customary eyebrow...]

I am not ill....and Vulcan control allows me to do just that, control all incoming and outgoing sensations. I am in no need of gloves. The 'Shift' merely stripped me of my control and left all senses without a....focus. Though that would be putting it mildly.

[Spock nods to Arsene...]
I shall take my leave. I hope you....enjoy yourself Arsene.