"Standard procedure, Doctor," Spock said with as much respect as his otherwise emotionless voice could muster. "Anyone in the vicinity of the malfunctioning transporter had been required to undo scans, performed in the transporter room once the malfunction was detected. In this case, Mr. Scott triggered the scan. Doctor, as of now, you and this version of the Captain have nearly identical delta wave functions. I would advise more testing."

There was a movement, slight as it was, of the Vulcan's eyes towards the room at McCoy's face just before the door opened.

It turned out that Jim hadn't had to rely on thin walls. He could more of less sense the words as they were said, the indignation of the unwarned scan, and the implications of it. Jim was no longer smiling or cocky. He had no stomach for it. "Figure it out, Spock. Whatever you need to do, do it," Jim said, taking the reigns because he was still on the deed to this ship, age appropriate or not.