It really wasn't much of a surprise that McCoy was mad. The man seemed to be in a perpetually pissed off mood. Emilie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh, damn. It's you..." She muttered to herself, and finally turned around to look at him. Of course he was yelling. He was always yelling. Even when maybe he should have been whispering, or just, you know, talking normally. Maybe he didn't know how to do anything besides yell? That was something to look into later, she though. Maybe it's even be an experiment! Ooh, now she was getting excited about that idea, and bounced on her toes briefly.
Oh, wait, McCoy was still there. Right. "I wasn't stealing," she answered finally, turning around to look at him. She looked at the vial in her hands, examining the label. "Hm... Still the wrong one." She turned and placed it back. "The lab doesn't have all the supplies that I need, and I have permission from Spock to take supplies from Medical. Emilie grabbed another vial. "Perhaps he forgot to tell you, or you haven't checked your messages?" She suggested. "Anyway. How is our CMO?" She asked casually. Still a douchecanoe, she thought to herself.
It wasn't that Leonard was in a perpetually pissed off mood, contrary to the popular belief. In fact, he had been known, on occasion, to even hold friendly conversation. Why did he yell so often, then? Because people didn't know what the fuck they were doing and when they got in the way of his job or his responsibilities, he didn't take it lightly. Now, here he was, in need of a hypospray for an ensign with space sickness and there was a lab rat in his supply closet taking whatever she wished at will.
"Of course I've checked my messages, don't make stupid assumptions like that when you're in my fucking medical bay taking things. Are you even logging those? I'll need to replace them and if I have to do inventory for a second time today because you're being inconsiderate, I am not going to be happy." He bumped her shoulder as he walked through her to get to the hypo he needed. "I'd be better if people would let me in on what the hell was going on here and I didn't have randoms grabbing things from my goddamn supply closet without telling me."
Oh, wait, McCoy was still there. Right. "I wasn't stealing," she answered finally, turning around to look at him. She looked at the vial in her hands, examining the label. "Hm... Still the wrong one." She turned and placed it back. "The lab doesn't have all the supplies that I need, and I have permission from Spock to take supplies from Medical. Emilie grabbed another vial. "Perhaps he forgot to tell you, or you haven't checked your messages?" She suggested. "Anyway. How is our CMO?" She asked casually. Still a douchecanoe, she thought to herself.
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"Of course I've checked my messages, don't make stupid assumptions like that when you're in my fucking medical bay taking things. Are you even logging those? I'll need to replace them and if I have to do inventory for a second time today because you're being inconsiderate, I am not going to be happy." He bumped her shoulder as he walked through her to get to the hypo he needed. "I'd be better if people would let me in on what the hell was going on here and I didn't have randoms grabbing things from my goddamn supply closet without telling me."
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