( To the stranger's credit, McCoy loses a little of the tension in his broad shoulders, released at once as an amused huff. )
You got me there, I s'pose.
(A mask? he thinks next, observing the ever-changing inkblot hiding the man's features. It's oddly beautiful, and does nothing to tamp out the spark of his own curiosity. Is he human? Is it something cultural? What meaning does it have for him?
McCoy places the screwdriver on the counter and gives the hem of his 'fleet tunic a quick tug straight. )
That's a good enough stopping point. Let's go see about those supplies.
(Lead on, his gesture says, intending to follow. )
no subject
You got me there, I s'pose.
( A mask? he thinks next, observing the ever-changing inkblot hiding the man's features. It's oddly beautiful, and does nothing to tamp out the spark of his own curiosity. Is he human? Is it something cultural? What meaning does it have for him?
McCoy places the screwdriver on the counter and gives the hem of his 'fleet tunic a quick tug straight. )
That's a good enough stopping point. Let's go see about those supplies.
( Lead on, his gesture says, intending to follow. )