An eyebrow twitched upwards, but she pursed her lips and held back whatever comment she might have been thinking of. They had McCoy on task; they were taking productive steps. She wasn't going to ruin that by riling him.

"We'll just sit with him a while," she reassured him after recovering herself in two seconds. "Keep him company, that's all."

If a dying man couldn't have his wish, he could at least spend his hours pleasantly. And that's what Uhura and Jim were: pleasant company.