Prompt: McCoy, Uhura – New language
He Speaks Volumes
Leonard raised a single eyebrow at Nyota in astonishment, holding it there for several seconds before apparently realizing what he was doing and forcing it back into submission, a scowl on his face. ″You've got to be kidding me.″
Nyota sighed. They'd been over this already and she suspected that the doctor was simply being stubborn. She wondered how much of that was an inborn trait and how much was a skill learned from close proximity to Jim Kirk. ″I'm afraid not, Leonard.″
″They base their entire communication on the use of their eyebrows?″
Nyota pressed her lips together for a moment and drew in a long breath through her nose, releasing it slowly as she counted to five. ″Not entirely, but their eyebrows do have a large role in effective communication, yes.″
″But why me?″ Leonard glared at her and crossed his arms over his chest.
Nyota rolled her eyes; now he was just being deliberately dense. ″Because you've got extremely expressive eyebrows that their chief negotiator has taken a liking to.″ Seeing him open his mouth to continue arguing, she raised a finger in the air, tipped with a perfectly painted purple fingernail, in warning. ″No arguments. You've been promoted and we're beaming down now. You're going to just have to suck it up and think of the Federation.″
With that she spun on her heel and stepped onto the platform, indicating to the transporter tech to prepare for transport.