McCoy has to lean in to hear anything, but the guy who invited him to dance (sandy hair, green eyes) is leaning in to tell him his name. McCoy offers his own in turn, but it's, "Leonard," that comes out, and the guy laughs slightly, makes a comment about it being an old man's name.

McCoy smiles tightly and nods, but takes it as a sign to shift, moving on to someone else beside him. Someone with blond hair, blue eyes, and maybe not so lean. Someone that doesn't seem to mind when he cuts in and doesn't even care when McCoy wants to dance with his front to the guy's back so he can just, for a minute, pretend.