Dr. Leonard McCoy

McCoy is trying to think of anything except 'the last time you tried this, things ended up in a terrible disaster on the proportions of ruining your life'. That really wouldn't behoove anything good. So, instead of dwelling on that, he's turned his attention to cooking greens and as close as he gets to steak on an open-fire, grill made of random pieces of metal lying around.

He's not in anything too fancy. A pair of jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, sitting around outside his hut and drinking beer, just waiting for her to show up.

Maybe he's gone too far in the direction of casual, but it beats being too anxious and eager about something that he's not exactly sure how to define yet. And yeah, that voice in his head crowing on about how he's a fuck-up isn't exactly a welcome presence at that moment. So he'll take it slow and easy, one thing at a time.