McCoy was startled by his cabin chime. He had a moment of confusion and bewilderment before realizing he had dozed off after all. He sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He went to the door and was a little surprised to find Uhura waiting.

"Come in, my dear." He ran a hand through his hair, sure it was sticking up in all directions.

Uhura stepped in. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He glanced at the chronometer and shook his head. "No, that's a good thing. I was about to oversleep. I'm meeting T'Phol for supper."

"Ah," she said. "That's one reason why I'm here, the concert tomorrow. And to find out how you are. I understand you had a close call yesterday."

McCoy pulled out a chair, offering her a seat. "I'm fine, Ny. Everyone over-reacted." He stepped to the synthesizer. "Would you like anything? I need coffee."

She lifted a delicately arched brow. "No, thanks. You mean just like the way you over-react when a crew member is involved in an accident?"

"I never over-react." He carried his coffee to the table and sat across from Uhura.

She laughed. "Len, you are priceless, and I am very glad you are OK."

McCoy blushed and gave her his 'aw-shucks' look. He took a sip, hiding his slight embarrassment behind the cup. "So," he said, "you have thoughts about the concert?"

"We will plan the actual performance tonight with T'Phol, but I wanted you to have a heads up about the reception following."

"The reception?"

Uhura rolled her eyes. "It would be rude to beg a performance without at least hosting a party. Don't worry, it's all arranged. We'll have the refreshment tables set up in the officer's mess next door, but the galley staff is taking care of all that. It will overflow back into the main mess hall."

"Good. I don't know anything about party plannin'."

"All you need to know is this is a formal event, so officers should be in dress uniform or formal wear. This includes you."

McCoy grimaced. "I hate that dress tunic."

"You can stand it for one evening. Besides, you look dashing in it. It matches your eyes. T'Phol will be enchanted."

McCoy set his cup down firmly. "Are you and Chapel in cahoots?"

"Not at all." Uhura smiled. "I would never cahoot you, Dear Doctor. I also will not point out the obvious. You have eyes."

He looked at her, torn between between glare and grin. What emerged was a strangled snort. He hid behind another sip of coffee, knowing he had always been transparent to Uhura.

She patted his hand and got up. "I'll see you after dinner. We still have some planning to do. And we're having a jam session. Ta ta!" She swept out the door, leaving McCoy sitting alone, bemused.