[ Despite the doctor's claim to wanting only a sample of the soil, she can't help but keep an eye on Spock. Shrouded in logic or not, their science officer has the same adventurous streak that Jim does — Bones knows, because she's learnt early on to spot crazy like that. ]
[ Spock's determination is rarely logical. In fact, it is closer to sheer stubbornness, not that she would admit to such a trait. But it does make her double her efforts to retrieve the plant. ]
[ She doesn't wait for Spock to reply before she's very unceremoniously insinuated herself into the Vulcan's personal space, and is jabbing the soil around the plant to loosen it. ]
[ Spock has grown somewhat accustomed to humans simply barging into her personal space, and it is only McCoy - one of the few Spock can tolerate. (Sometimes.)
So she moves back far enough to give the doctor room.
Though really, waiting would be nice. ]
Very well.
[ She tugs, this time succeeding in getting the plant out of the ground. ]
It appears we are more successful working as a unit, Doctor.
[ Would be pounced on as a shred of sentiment if McCoy wasn't opening herself up to the same kind of jab. They're crew. They're the only family she's managed to create after having nothing, not even custody of her daughter. As young and reckless and headache inducing as they are, they are always a good team. ]
Come on. How many more? We've spent too long here already.
[ Her comment was not intended as a jab, though she can see why it might be taken as such. Still, Spock briefly looks up, her imitation of an eye roll. ]
Should we desire to cultivate them on the ship, another two would suffice.
[ Trust Bones to always go for the worst-case scenario. She huffs, and looks at what they've got. They'll have to be careful taking them back: any damage to the plant and it's this all over again. ]
Come on. Let's get back before Jim gets any wise ideas about us spending the night.
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Still, this one seems unlikely to suddenly decide to attempt to consume her. ]
If you deem it a practical use of your time, then by all means, gather soil.
[ Far better teamwork than having McCoy attempt to help. She tugs again, planting her foot so she can gain more leverage.
It tugs back, with more force than expected, sending Spock stumbling forward. ]
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[ Despite the doctor's claim to wanting only a sample of the soil, she can't help but keep an eye on Spock. Shrouded in logic or not, their science officer has the same adventurous streak that Jim does — Bones knows, because she's learnt early on to spot crazy like that. ]
Is it stuck?
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It appears so, Doctor.
[ Especially as it still refuses to budge. ]
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[ She doesn't wait for Spock to reply before she's very unceremoniously insinuated herself into the Vulcan's personal space, and is jabbing the soil around the plant to loosen it. ]
What about now?
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So she moves back far enough to give the doctor room.
Though really, waiting would be nice. ]
Very well.
[ She tugs, this time succeeding in getting the plant out of the ground. ]
It appears we are more successful working as a unit, Doctor.
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[ Would be pounced on as a shred of sentiment if McCoy wasn't opening herself up to the same kind of jab. They're crew. They're the only family she's managed to create after having nothing, not even custody of her daughter. As young and reckless and headache inducing as they are, they are always a good team. ]
Come on. How many more? We've spent too long here already.
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Should we desire to cultivate them on the ship, another two would suffice.
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[ Bones finds the next, digging it out with the heel of her boot, gesturing for Spock to come over. ]
On three, heave?
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[ With their combined strength, it pops loose. ]
Just one more of these blasted things...
[ She trails off, muttering something about bringing Chekov along next time, and starts digging out the next one with the heel of her shoe. ]
Come along, Spock.
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I am capable of discerning your movements, Doctor.
[ But still, she joins McCoy, tugging on the next plant to pull it free from the dirt. ]
That is sufficient.
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[ Trust Bones to always go for the worst-case scenario. She huffs, and looks at what they've got. They'll have to be careful taking them back: any damage to the plant and it's this all over again. ]
Come on. Let's get back before Jim gets any wise ideas about us spending the night.
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[ Which is a relief - Spock would not want to be stuck out in the cold with McCoy. ]
The meaning of your comment is unclear, but I agree with the sentiment expressed in the first statement. Let us return.