"Oh just stop--" she snapped, physically biting her tongue before she called McCoy a baby. Because that was what he was being: childish. Three suggestions had be made to him, and he picked the one he liked least and gave the most sullen, melodramatic answer. The most unhelpful. Like he didn't even want to try. One plan shot and no other solution would do. It was infuriating beyond all measure, knowing the lengths Uhura would have gone to herself if it were her father in that bed.

"You don't like the suggestion he made," she said, her voice low, her gaze sharp. "Fine. Pick another option. Work towards a solution. You've done it before, then you can do it again. Otherwise why are we even trying if you're not going to?"