[She smirks at him and heads out, still amused by the fact that he holds the door for her. Ordinarily she'd find it pretty patronising, but from McCoy she suspects it's just...good manners or something. Something sorely lacking from her social circle, such as it was, back home.]

Yeah, yeah. I have no idea how an open bar and the constant disasters haven't combined to turn all you guys into raging alcoholics.