If there's anything Bones hates more than space itself, it's being stranded on an uncharted planet, a cold and icy planet at that. He's not sure being partnered with Jim on this frigid expedition with no comms and in the middle of a raging blizzard makes him feel any better, but to be fair, it sure as hell beats being stranded with Spock. Jesus, could you imagine?
That doesn't mean he doesn't grumble most of the way to find shelter, which they needed, fast. That and possibly blaming this all on Jim because he could and because it was Jim.
"Thanks for dragging me all the way down here to become a human-sized Popsicle," he grunted after nearly tripping when they made it into a cave just big enough for two grown human men, Bones already busy rummaging through his gear for the space blankets. "This is really how I planned going out...frozen and stranded...stranded and goddamn frozen."
Haha, just what Bones needs in his life
That doesn't mean he doesn't grumble most of the way to find shelter, which they needed, fast. That and possibly blaming this all on Jim because he could and because it was Jim.
"Thanks for dragging me all the way down here to become a human-sized Popsicle," he grunted after nearly tripping when they made it into a cave just big enough for two grown human men, Bones already busy rummaging through his gear for the space blankets. "This is really how I planned going out...frozen and stranded...stranded and goddamn frozen."