Fucking know-it all gold shirt goddamned command types... McCoy's face hardened for a moment, not knowing who he was really mad at.
He called the security over toward him, and talked to them quietly for a moment. "We've got a secure room being prepared for you right now. It's a private room, one we keep for guests," he said, trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "Give me a few minutes."
Moments later, the doors opened and one of the ensigns holding a phaser nodded at him. There was a shitload of security out there, but somehow Bones felt he could trust that these two just wanted to get somewhere away from the rest of them. "Alright, let's go."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:04 am (UTC)He called the security over toward him, and talked to them quietly for a moment. "We've got a secure room being prepared for you right now. It's a private room, one we keep for guests," he said, trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "Give me a few minutes."
Moments later, the doors opened and one of the ensigns holding a phaser nodded at him. There was a shitload of security out there, but somehow Bones felt he could trust that these two just wanted to get somewhere away from the rest of them. "Alright, let's go."