"When you get hurt, you get hurt," McCoy says, more sober than a second ago, even if they're both holding drinks. "I've read the historical logs of this place. There's been a fair few decent injuries and deaths, so don't go around thinking you're invincible, you got it?" he half-growls, not ready to be performing surgery when he's on vacation, damn it.

He takes a hard swig of his drink back and glances to the side of Scotty's head as he thinks about that. "Figured out any pattern to appearances?"