The stench of smoke clung to their clothes even after they'd been transported back to the ship. Khan's lungs were not troubled by the smoke, their capacity was at least fifty percent higher than an inferior humans. It was this fact, and his strength that had saved both him and the other crew member now slung over his shoulder. McCoy and Spock had rushed to the transporter room to make sure everything was all right. Still didn't trust him then, despite everything. The look on their faces made the current situation worth it.
McCoy's mouth hung open and he'd frozen in his tracks, Spock raised a single eyebrow and Scotty's hand hovered just over the transporter control, "Is there a problem?" Khan asked. A cough from behind him brought a smile to his narrow face. "This was the most efficient way of bringing the captain out of the building and into a safe area for transportation. Your captain succumbed to the smoke."
"Put him down," McCoy said. He snapped out of his stupor and began scanning Kirk with a handheld device.
"Would you prefer it if I carried him to the medical bay?"
"Very well." McCoy said with a snort. Khan smiled a small smile for his own benefit. Carrying the captain like this for the crew to see was going to be something he would remember for a long time.