[ McCoy's flat mouth twists further into a frown, but that's as close as he gets to being moved by his Captain being called a little girl. He's probably told his friend as much before. ]

Hell, I'd scream like a girl too if someone shoved somethin' as barbaric as a goddamn hypodermic needle in my face...

[ But at least this man's familiar with Starfleet and his Captain. ]

So much for the Prime Directive... [ Jim's usually a little more craftier at upholding it than flat out explaining shit to alien civilians. Goddamnit, Jim. ] And no one's seen hide no hair of him? Since when?