[ Even though he knew it was coming, McCoy releases an annoyed little huff at the answer, his arms crossing forcefully over his chest. Spock always had a way of patronizing him for pointing out the obvious, and though he'd prefer to toss himself out the nearest airlock than admit it, after four months aboard this ship, he's actually started to miss it. ]

I could say the same to you. [ That's about as close to an admission as he'll ever make. He never allowed himself to hope that Jim or Spock or any of the other crew would be spit out of the Ingress. Because hope, he knew, would only breed disappointment. And disappointment is something he's already got in spades, what with him being out here in space, on this godawful ship. ]

Anythin' come up on that — [ He looks down at the rectangular device in Spock's hands, ] — scanner of yours? There was an... I guess you could call it an accident not all that long ago, something that turned the ship partly to glass. I know a lot of it's gone now, but. Well, if you've been down to the mess hall, you'll see there's still some of it here.

I guess I'm just hopin' that's the last of it. [ It should be, but he couldn't help but worry in spite of the fact. ]