“I don’t believe in no-win scenarios…”
”But I’m charming!”
Not really a good enough excuse, Doctor.
He seems to realise this, and looks down at
the mess of wires with a cough.
“…shall I just put the panel back together?”
Ignoring the ‘charming' comment altogether,
”Everything back where it was.”
A warning glare.
“If the ship isn’t running just as she
was before I found you, you’ll be the
first I’ll blame. And you don’t want me
after you for breaking my ship.”
”…well, if you let me finish what I’ve started, I can have your
starship running like it belongs in the 30th century.
”As wonderful as that sounds—"
(Too good to be true was more like it)
”I think one or two people—” Or the entire Engineering Department. “—might have a problem with a near perfect stranger tinkering with our ship.”
“…It is illogical for you to pursue me in silence. If you require my assistance in any way - I assure you - there is no need to hesitate in asking for it. "
”Who said I was following you? We might just be walking the same way.” Before he had been a few paces behind the other, but Jim now moved to walk side-by-side with his first officer.
—he was kind of following Spock, for the record. He’d been on his way to do…well, something. But then, seeing Spock, he’d become distracted and changed his path. It hadn’t been hugely important anyway. It could wait five minutes at least.
Uh oh. The Doctor takes a quick peek at his watch, then clears his throat, dropping the bit of wiring in his hand.
“Well. This is exceedingly awkward.”
”Can I help you with something, Doc?”
Jim’s being patient, impressively so, but only
because he finds the Doctor interesting.
“…okay, maybe it’s exactly what it looks like — but it’s not for the reason you think! The rigging of this system is so 23rd century.”
"Well, before I ask what you’re doing tearing apart bits of my ship, I gotta ask—”
”What stardate do you think it is?”
I’ll forgive the indiscretion.
Go on. Doctor’s orders.
”What are we drinking to then?”