"All right," McCoy says, still dealing with this. He's an old country doctor, he has good manners when he needs 'em. He'll process. He will.

"You do?"

McCoy takes a step forward as another swimmer near hits him. Whoops. Then he double takes, eyebrows climbing up towards the sky. "My captain? Jim Kirk? Why, that sonuvagun!"

There's a disbelieving, relieved smile on his face. If Jim's here then - then he's not saved, obviously, otherwise Jim wouldn't be stuck here too, but if Jim's here then Jim's here.