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This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Enterprise. Bridge, do you copy?

[ There’s a man in science blue standing next to the fountain, looking cold and grumpy as he shakes his device. ]

Damn interference… Enterprise, this is McCoy. I don’t know what the hell happened with those infernal transporters, but I’m damn sure I ain’t where I’m supposed to be. Scott, can you hear me? Jim? Uhura? Sulu? Chekov? Chapel? Anyone?

… Spock?

[ Nothing, not even the hobgoblin. Dammit. ]

Right, well. Looks like I’ll try and blend in. Christmas music and all...

[ Except since his communicator couldn’t reach the Enterprise, it broadcasted his conversation to the entire city instead… ]

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[She's definitely no serial killer. Too many of those hanging around back home for someone like her to ever seriously consider taking up the profession, after all.]

That depends on where you're from. Speaking of which, where are you anyway?

[ And of course one of them looks like Spock, if Spock didn't control his facial hair. ]

In front of the fountain. I've heard I'm lucky not to have fallen into it.

With as cold as it's been? I'd probably be bringing you an entire snow suit rather than just a jacket.

[She's digging as she's talking, and as a consequence, the Network device, held like a cell phone, slips somewhere between her jaw and neck, her voice oddly muffled and close all at once.]

And I'd probably be a lot [ bitchier ] more upset.

[ It's not as bad as trying to talk when there are explosions, so he doesn't mention it. ]

Some people freak out. I don't think anyone would blame you for having some kind of anxiety attack.

[It always says something about a person who can keep a careful leash on his panic, if there is any, when they first show up in the City.]

I have an anxiety attack and people die. I try not to have them.

[ He had to get over his fear of flying and of space to be in Starfleet. You can't have a doctor on a starship who's going to melt down at one glance at the stars. ]

I don't think anyone is going to die because you let current circumstances get to you a little. You haven't got your hand in someone's chest cavity, do you?

[But she understands the implications.]

Not that you have to panic. It's not a requirement or anything.

If I were, I'd be swearing a damn sight more.

[ Good. ]

Heh. I'll keep that in mind.

[ He likes you, Claire. ]

That must make for a colorful OR.

[But anyway -]

I've got your coat. Well, a coat. I can't promise the sleeves won't be too small. You could go into one of the cafes off the Square if you're desperate.

You had a reckless ass of a best friend and you'd swear at him every time you had to put him back together, too.

[ There's a snort. ]

Right, I'll do that. Thanks.

Honestly, I think I'm usually on the reckless side of things. What's the worst he's ever done to himself?

[It's a genuine curiosity, even if she's not looking for specifics, necessarily. Talking while walking is better than trying to enjoy silence, the same way that it's better to walk with headphones in and music playing than not.]

Don't mention it.

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Try and keep yourself out of the OR, would you?

[ There's movement on his end, the door to a coffee shop opening and closing and the sound of a chair being pulled out. ]

Fights, extreme sports, severe allergic reactions... You name it.

Yeah, I'll do my best.

[Easy for the amazing regenerating girl. The return volley of sound on her end is a bit more open-ended, but there are rushing voices here and there, punching through the crisp blow of wind against the receiving end of her device.]

Were you guys friends before or after you decided you wanted to be a doctor?

Thanks.

[ He means it, too. The last thing he needs is for a nice girl like her to end up on the operating room table. ]

After. We only met about three years ago. [ There's a slight snort. ] He was a mess then, too.

Well there are plenty of people here who are messes, if that's your thing.

I'm a doctor. It ends up being my thing whether I want it to or not. I'd rather they took care of themselves.

Fair enough.

[And she's moving with more noise this time, pushing through a door and shouldering through the inevitable crowd of people that always seems to appear just when she's trying to get somewhere while having a conversation.]

You said you were by the Fountain? It shouldn't take me very long to get there. Buy a coffee or something, I'll spot you.

Yeah. I ain't goin' anywhere.

[ There's a snort; a lot of people offering to pay for his drinks today, but at the moment, a coffee might do him a lot of good. It's cold, after all, and he's in a new place. ]

Thanks for that.

[ Luckily his taste is fairly cheap. Just give it to him strong and black, mister barista sir. ]

[She might not otherwise offer if she thought he had money. It's never occurred to her before, but the City might oddly be the most generous place, with the way people behave toward new arrivals.]

You can pay me back another time.

[It's cheeky, with an upward tilt to indicate at least a small smile.]

[ooc: idk if you want to action spammu or just assume but whatever is good for you is good for me!]

I intend to.

[ Leonard McCoy repays his debts, or at least tries to. It's easier with something like this. ]

((ooc: I'm good with either, haha /THE MOST HELPFUL))

[And Claire Bennet typically doesn't go back on her word, especially when it involves showing up with a large jacket - Peter's, she thinks, just by virtue of its position in her closet, the relative lack of wear and tear that it's seen and how often it hasn't moved beyond the dark shadow of the door - that's going to do a better job of guarding against the winter chill than a cup of coffee. She might have suggested that he sit somewhere rather obvious, or maybe she should have flipped her connection to video before just stepping out to find some random stranger, but she's here either way, lingering in the doorway and rather obviously spotlighting herself.

No one else is holding a coat that looks like it might swallow them whole. She'll just fish her device out of her pocket and use it like a walkie-talkie.]

[ He's used to chugging down practically tasteless coffee before a shift, so now that he has the chance to savor a cup, he's taking his time. He's also looking around at the other patrons, seeing who is obviously human and who isn't. There's a lack of alien species that he's used to, and that's concerning, if he's being honest with himself.

There's a ping from his pocket, and McCoy blinks, pulling his device out. The girl, Claire-- ah, and it looks like that's her by the door. ] You need some help with that?

[Unless this guy hangs around local coffee shops waiting to accost random girls carry jackets, Claire is willing to believe this is the guy that she's looking for. Once her device is back in her pocket, her body makes an awkward half-turn as she leans, as if she's arching forward to catch the end of what he's said over a loud din that isn't there. She extends the hand holding the bulk of the jacket, dark fabric slipping over her fingers and trying hard to pool on the floor. It's a heavy coat, built both for warmth and style, and despite its lack of use, it has obviously been well cared for.]

Leonard McCoy, right? I see you've been caffeinated.

Right. And you're Claire?

[ There's a bit of an awkward shift as he attempts to hold his coffee and take the jacket from her at the same time, but he manages. The jacket is definitely long enough, but she'd been right; it's probably going to be a bit tight on the shoulders. It's still a coat, though, and he's grateful. ]

Thanks.

The one and only. [Pause.] Well, the one and only with the last name Bennet in this place, at least as far as I'm aware.

[Aware of his juggling act, she suddenly thinks better of her decision to not extend a hand for him to shake by way of introduction. Claire doesn't bother pointing out that she hopes to get the jacket back: it's not the sort of thing you say to someone you've just shown some degree of charity to and she's not altogether sure she actually wants it back. Its owner is over a year gone, and if Leonard finds it comfortable, then it's better suited serving a purpose than collecting dust like a lint roller for her closet.]

It's no problem. Not that I make a habit of trolling the Network and looking for people who might need winter wear, but it's the least I could do. I take it you've already been sent a copy of the guide.

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