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McCoy stumbled in several feet but managed to stop himself from unceremoniously ending up on the floor. Spock, of course, didn't. Even though the door had dumped them in suddenly, why was it that he was the one that nearly ended up on his face? He glowered at the Vulcan, then straightened and took stock of the room.
There were a sizable number of circular shelves, occupied with boxes, and further off, what looked like an ancient computer.
He couldn't see too much more than that: even as he stepped into the room, the flashlight could only penetrate so far. The shelves were tall, and, McCoy noted, didn't look like they could stand a single buckle or toss of a ship. It would never fly on the Enterprise: with the way Jim put the ship through her paces during red alerts, things had a tendency to go sailing across the room, people included. He learned early on that making sure everything was properly secured as an extra safety precaution. He wasn't nearly as used to seeing things left unsecured after so long in space. He could just imagine what would happen to the room with just one good toss.
McCoy mentally shook his head. It was an accident waiting to happen. He stepped further inside.