"Oh, well," McCoy says, making those two words draw out as he smirks and raises a brow at Scotty. "In the event that you do need help, my door is open. I mean, you helped build it, I'd hope it would be." He takes a long drink from his cup, hardly anything near a 'sip', and tries to think of opportunities. "I've got my tricorder and my datapadd, but I'm lacking cases. I'm not a science officer, goddammit, I'm a doctor."