A Vulcan controls her emotions. She is not controlled by her emotions. Saavik may be reminding herself of this as she stares up at the sewer's ceiling, which any basic understanding of physics would suggest could not have simply disappeared and reappeared. Occam's razor would suggest a transporter, but then there would have to be equipment and a motive. "Magic?" Merely something science hasn't explained yet, and therefor still suffering from the same objections.

No emotion, only logic. And yet Saavik's lips have turned in a frown, and her brow is knit. She only turns her attention to Zelgadis when he speaks up. Even then the Vulcan's head tilts and she doesn't speak for a moment as she considers the more immediate problem.

"Perhaps we can find some leverage."