McCoy aimlessly wiggles his foot in the water. It's still refreshingly cool and he hasn't gone pruny yet. Always a plus.

"Are you still hoping to, y'know, get home?" he asks. He's mostly resigned to being here for a while, and he can clearly do some good, and there are clearly some decent people here. But really. Really. He needs to be back on the Enterprise.

He snorts genially. "So you're telling me it's not exactly a vacation, then."