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It was not Leonard's first, or third, or fifth rodeo. Landing somewhere unfamiliar and not even realizing it, getting so roped into some hivemind or simulated reality or what-have-you that he forgets who he is or what he's doing. It's got to be some sort of chronic bad luck on his part.
This time around, he's not exactly sure what the point of it all was, but he's not so sure he cares to stick around long enough to find out now that he's feeling a little more like himself again, either. All he knows is Jim was there and finding Jim is usually step one to getting back to business, because Jim has a funny way of both wandering his way into the worst of things and jumping right back out. He takes the too-sleek and shiny handheld device they've stuck him with out onto the porch with him, leaves the glowy paperweight behind ( damn foolish thing to give a man in place of his belongings ), and sits himself down onto the steps to figure out how to get in touch with Kirk.
He's not sure how long he been sitting there before the sound of a door opening and closing just a few townhomes down draws his focus elsewhere. McCoy glances down the sidewalk just briefly, turns his attention back to his own concerns, and then double-takes. The red is familiar enough, but he'd recognize the man wearing it anywhere.
"Scotty?" He gets to his feet in a second flat. Funny, he recalls running into Jim during the whole affair over the last few weeks - why can he not recall Scotty being there? Unusual for him to be part of a landing party in the first place, given he's stuck on the conn more often than he probably cares for. "Mr. Scott!"
