@whatremcins said ; “Where did you put the bomb ?”
McCoy isn't actively trying to avoid Jim Kirk's latest stray, per say, but he's damn well close to it.
He's just so young. Maybe the same age Leonard's little girl was when he'd taken off for Starfleet - she's older now, practicing medicine herself, but it's hard not to see her freckled face when he glances at the sandy-haired stowaway trotting around at Kirk's heels. And all he can think about then is how horrifically nasty this ship can be, with its engineering mishaps and disease outbreaks and, god almighty, space is no place for a child. It's only temporary, until they can get to a Federation starbase and arrange a new home for him and his mother, but every day is just one too many for McCoy's comfort. But he can't just steer clear of the kid entirely, either, because here's the other thing: he's nosy as hell.
At least McCoy isn't in the middle of surgery this time, thank god. He's just halfway through writing a report at his desk when he hears the voice pipe up, and he lowers the padd to glance down at the kid, staring for a solid few moments, trying to figure out what in the hell he's even talking about. Bomb? McCoy's never handled a bomb a day in his life - he's a doctor, for crying out loud. Finally he manages to work out the only earnest response he can manage.
"...What?"
