[Her heart aches to look at him. Of course...that would be the only reason why he'd be hurt, wouldn't it? To protect his friend. She swallows past the lump in her throat, and looks up at McCoy. She can fix this, she's sure, but she still hates that he was hurt. It makes her heart sick.]

You did a good job, McCoy-sensei.

[She smiles as best she can, touching his shoulder, before moving to Spock's side. Her fingers rise to rest on her hairpins.]

I'll take care of the rest.