There's a twitch under me, as I try to get the hell off said robot. I'm grumbling under my breath. Mostly things about Spock's anatomy and parentage, but I take back the latter - grudgingly - because I actually like Spock's mom. She's a stellar lady. Class act.
I brush myself off as the robot sits up. He's a human in there. Mmmm. Okay... Little beard. Why.
Why -
Why does that suit look familiar.
"You know Spock?" I grump cautiously at him, but then he introduces himself. "I'm McCoy. Leonard McCoy. I don't know how the hell I got here either, but given that I didn't start out on Earth, I'm assuming this isn't Earth either."
...he's got some kind of AI in that suit of his. Maybe that'll be less twitchy than Mr Twelve Cups of Caffeine in front of me. I make a mental note.
"I haven't seen any kind of door, Mr Stark." I start running my tricorder over him. He doesn't look horrifically injured, but he's obviously been fairly battered by this place. "I'm a doctor. You hurt?"
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I brush myself off as the robot sits up. He's a human in there. Mmmm. Okay... Little beard. Why.
Why -
Why does that suit look familiar.
"You know Spock?" I grump cautiously at him, but then he introduces himself. "I'm McCoy. Leonard McCoy. I don't know how the hell I got here either, but given that I didn't start out on Earth, I'm assuming this isn't Earth either."
...he's got some kind of AI in that suit of his. Maybe that'll be less twitchy than Mr Twelve Cups of Caffeine in front of me. I make a mental note.
"I haven't seen any kind of door, Mr Stark." I start running my tricorder over him. He doesn't look horrifically injured, but he's obviously been fairly battered by this place. "I'm a doctor. You hurt?"