If it weren't for the fact that he was exactly where he should be and Spock was right here, McCoy would have given in to the need to pace, to look around and check and double check everything was as he left it, because there was something mighty funny about this ship-

McCoy had a brief moment of relief. He could knock some of those worst-case scenarios off. Spock, of course, was quick to find some way to take a dig at humanity any time he found a chance. A frown started on his face. Course they could always start examining what percent of similarity Vulcans and humans had. Of course a connection proven at all or had much basis, since Vulcans were from what he'd seen, an entirely different species, but it was a way to take a dig at Spock having that pesky human fifty percent to him.

Besides, what had Vulcans come from? Those lizard things he saw skittering near the arena? For Jim's sake, McCoy kept a lid on it. Barely.

"What? Why do I need a scan? I've been on the ship the entire time," McCoy got out. He kept his voice down - the walls could be damned thin when they wanted to be. He didn't bother to hide the aggravation. "And why the devil did you request a scan on me behind my back?"