"Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad."
One never knows when a Vulcan nerve pinch will be required. Thus, logic requires that Pa-Kur keep his reflexes finely tuned at all times. Without warning, he springs from hiding and delivers a perfect neck pinch to the unsuspecting Thorian.
For the fifth time today.
Ah, those zany boys aboard the Starfarer. How can anyone help but love them?