Tibia
McCoy tucks himself in a corner of the bridge, out of the way, watching the increasingly seamless performance of the crew through another First Contact. This is one of the many magnetic attractions that the bridge holds for him, being a witness to another new civilization, another dot in the starchart of the Federation. He doesn't always have anything to contribute, but he likes to be on hand anyway.
His position is next to Uhura's console, and he eavesdrops on her mutterings as she tries to get the universal translator to pick up this new species' communication. She has some marginal success, and says so to Jim as he makes his rounds on the bridge floor.
"I've figured out basic greetings and syntax, but the translator is struggling to pick up the vocabulary. It seems that they have a new language- there doesn't seem to be many different words in the transmissions I'm receiving." She pauses, listening to her earpiece. "There's a trending word that must apply to any avenue of travel, because I'm getting it for everything from 'road' to 'transporter beam' - sounds like pichtri."
McCoy snorts. Jim and Uhura look at him, but he can't stop, his snorts bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Now they're staring at him.
"Bones, what the hell is your problem?"
"I-" He heaves in a breath. "I'm sorry, it's just-" He breaks into another round of laughter, and now more than the two of them are staring. "Peachtree!" He slaps his hands over his mouth, trying to contain it.
"I don't get it."
He breathes in heavily through his nose until he's got himself under control enough to speak normally. "I'm from Atlanta."
"And I'm from Iowa. What's your point?"
Uhura seems to get it, though, because she has to bite her lip against a smile. McCoy rolls his eyes and exchanges a glance with her. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Jim. It'd take too long to explain."
Jim shrugs - he's used to McCoy dismissing him under that pretext - and moves on. Uhura goes back to her translator, fighting it again, but the smile stays there.