Doctor, to you. [Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she wasn't. Either way McCoy didn't take well to being threatened in his own hospital. The fact that he hadn't been there long notwithstanding. His expression was about as far from impressed as humanly possible.]

I suggest you try a different trick for the same result, and get out of here the way you came in. I'm comfortable explaining to them after and escalating things as far as I have to if you do have some kind of trick up your sleeve. I know they're not strangers to that around here.

And, [McCoy continues, not taking his eyes away off of their interloper now.] for the last damn time Spock, there isn't really a set human custom for anything. Besides, as you keep reminding us, you're not - and she sure as hell isn't.

[He moved, still keeping her in the corner of his eye to the side of the bed, resting a hand casually on what just happened to be the call button.]

Now, why don't you try standing up, Spock?