McCoy swiftly moved his gaze back up to Jim's face (or...what should have been Jim's face but sort of wasn't) and pretended he hadn't been looking anywhere else.

"Make sure you're...what happened?" Ok. Stupid question. What had happened was obvious - glaringly so. He shook his head slightly and tried again. "I mean..." Oh, he didn't know what he meant anymore. "You're girls."

Knockout girls, his mind told him with a huge grin on it's metaphysical face, but he shushed it - there were others matters at hand right now; that could wait.

Hopefully not for long.