"I cannot believe her half the time!" Scotty incoherently belted his frustrations as he barged into the doctor's office.

Bones, who had been helping to educate Spock on the medical needs of their recent alien guests, lifted a brow with a single wide eye. "You can't just barge into a doctor's office without prior notice, Mr. Scott. Can't you see I'm already busy enough dealing with our current guests? There's no end to the needs of these people; their entire immune systems could be compromised by a single flake of dust!"

"I need somebody to talk to! I just can't take it anymore!" Scotty pleaded.

Spock cupped his hands behind his back and tilted his head at his emotional crewmate. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Scott?" he asked.

"It's Lieutenant Warren, I tell ye!" Scotty flapped his arms at the air and stared at Bones in a distressing manner. "Do ye have any scotch?"

"Only if you're off duty," Bones replied, making his way to a small cabinet in the corner of the bright office.

"I'm on stress leave now!" Scotty answered, puttering behind the doctor. "That woman is a lunatic."

Spock's eyes followed the pair as Bones removed a clear bottle of alcohol and three short glasses from the cupboard. "Curious," said Spock, "there are no medical records on Lieutenant Warren that indicates a history or current predisposition towards mental illness."

"Aye," Scotty huffed. "That ain't what I mean. I caught her in the Jefferies tubes fusing circuits! She claimed she was attempting to improve inefficiencies and she had done the same on the Luna. I know far well her track record on the Luna to not allow her to mess around with my circuits!"

"The ship's circuits," Spock corrected.

Bones sat the three glasses and scotch onto his desk and peered between the two men. "Care to explain?" he asked.

"When Lieutenant Warren was still an Ensign aboard the U.S.S. Luna, she was temporarily suspended from duty for incorrectly fusing circuits causing a ship-wide power failure," Spock recalled the report verbatim. "In addition to the power failure, a small explosion was created as a result of her incorrect fusing. The explosion put her in a coma for two weeks, five days, and twenty-three hours and also resulted in the large vertical scar on her left brow."

"I say it's good you stopped her then," Bones spoke to Scotty, pouring a drink for the three of them.

Scotty vigorously nodded in response, "Aye."

Spock, yet to have finished with his explanation of the officer's behavior, continued, "To say the least, one can easily surmise she learned her lesson, Mr. Scott. She served on the Luna for five years thereafter as an engineer. One can assume she continued to fuse circuits in her time remaining aboard."

"Well, that is not even close to the half of it!" Scotty added, grabbing one of the full glasses. "She'll show up for duty whenever she wants; she's even failed to report twice already! And I've had little patience for how long it's taking her to learn the ship's schematics! I'd say she's nothing but a pretty face!"

Bones lifted his own glass, leaning back on the desk. "Have you talked to Jim about her?" he asked. "How has she managed to last in Starfleet this long?"

"She's a decorated officer, doctor," Spock interjected. "She was given the Award of Valor after single-handedly stopping invading Romulans from boarding the Luna. Without her, Starfleet most assuredly would have lost the Luna to Romulan forces."

"I have a hard time believing somebody that incompetent could save an entire starship," Bones chortled after taking a small sip from his drink.

"She is not-" Spock paused for a brief second, "-Just a pretty face, as you so put it, Mr. Scott. She exceeded at her time in Starfleet Academy and graduated at the top of her class. That is hardly a personality trait of an incompetent individual."

Scotty wolfed down his drink then smacked the empty glass back onto the doctor's desk. "Aye! But have you tried working with the lass? She has no gumption, no motivation! I've met rats with more enthusiasm than her!"

Bones stared at the drink he had poured for Spock knowing that the Vulcan wouldn't dare touch it. "Maybe she just needs a push in the right direction," he said.

"I agree with the doctor," a declaration the Vulcan would prefer not to admit, but not doing so would be petty and Vulcan's were not petty individuals.

"There's a first," the doctor responded exactly as Spock had expected he would. "Have you tried talking to her about it, Scotty?"

"Aye," Scotty shrugged, "certainly not without yelling."

Spock examined the chief engineer as he poured himself another drink. Alcohol was an unconventional sedative that humans often used to relax themselves in stressful situations. This was much to their detriment, as Spock had previously noted over the years on the Enterprise.

"Perhaps, a more logical approach is necessary," Spock suggested. "As the first officer aboard the Enterprise, the Lieutenant may be more responsive to my advice."

Bones took another sip from his drink, frowning at Mr. Spock. "That's not just it, is it?" he said.

"I am unsure as to what you are referring to, doctor," Spock claimed his ignorance.

"She's a Vulcan," Bones presented the science officer a coy smile.

"Half Vulcan," Spock corrected.

"Half Vulcan like yourself," Bones bobbed his head with his response. "A female half Vulcan? I can't blame you for being curious about her. It's hard to blame anyone for being interested in those green eyes and silk complexion. She's far from what you'd expect a Vulcan to look like without those pointed ears and slanted eyes."

"You have my motivations mistaken, doctor." Which was something the Vulcan was far too familiar with when it came to humans. "Mr. Scott has admitted that he is incapable of properly reprimanding the Lieutenant and as first officer, the burden now lies on me to take the correct course of action."

After gulping his second drink, Scotty's eyes drifted to the Vulcan. "Aye, well do what ye can," he said. "If you can make her show up for duty on time, I'll buy you half the whiskey in Scotland."

"Your sentiments are unnecessary, Mr. Scott," Spock replied. "I am simply doing my duty as first officer of the Enterprise."