He makes it back to the bedroom and sighs with relief for the sheets when he hits them. Reaching out for the little fluffball, he hands the tribble over to Jim while reaching for his tricorder, beeping with a finished scan. "Turned up in the bed this morning, for a second I thought maybe you'd gone and found me a dog."

He drifts off as he studies the results of the bloodwork, a furrow in his forehead because this doesn't make sense.