"Worried about what?" Kirk asked, seemingly genuinely confused by what Caleb could possibly be concerned with in regards to Rigel. "Oh, about those two playing?" he motioned to the fish bowl which Rigel currently perched on and Chekov dominated. "A little, Chekov is snappish on the best of days, but Rigel will just have to learn the hard way I suppose."

Animals be animals, Caleb. But he forgot Rigels' immediate peril in favor of widening his eyes in slight shock at the state of Caleb. He had not realized it was quite that bad. Damn.

"Who did they throw you in with, a butcher?" a demanded, stepping forward and reaching out before stopping himself and shaking his head. "Come on, let's get you in the bathroom. We're going to need to wash you off first and see what we're working with here."