"I don't need help," Scotty muttered, arms folded, much in the manner of a sulking child. He certainly didn't need to have McCoy patronise him about it, thank you very much.

"As for Starfleet, I was mostly in it for the machinery, but, y'know, there's plenty of opportunities for us both to do what we do best here, too. We've just got to get used to having different tools to work with." He grinned. "Give me enough time and I could probably fix you up with a decent scanner, as long as ye don't mind it being made outta bamboo."