“Report what darlin?” McCoy is prone to hiding his accent around people he doesn’t know, but she felt like an exception. He leans back against his desk with a small smile. “You can come into my office sugar~”
“My arrival on the ship, I think.” Summer steps inside, feeling like she’s starting to blush. Is he flirting with her? Or is this just familiar southern friendliness? It’s hard to tell, even with the empathy — which is a bit rude to just use on someone.
Leonard rolls his eyes a bit. “Did Leonard send ya here?” He walks around his desk and pulls out his PADD, the device he used for reminders and dates, almost like a calendar. “Did he say somethin’ about where you’re suppose to be goin’?”
“Here. I’m supposed to be here.” Summer tugged self-consciously at the hem of her blue uniform shirt. “I’m medical. I’m your psychology ensign. Are you okay, sir?”