"Beaming fetish?" Christine snorted and broke down into a fit of giggles, dropping the tablet onto the floor as she doubled over from laughing so hard. Oh god, it had been a while since she laughed this hard and even though what he said clearly wasn't a joke, she just couldn't stop laughing.

After a few more seconds she wiped her eyes and leaned over to pick up the tablet. A few giggles still bubbled their way to the surface. "Sorry, sir. I don't think there are any psychological exams to figure out of one has a," cue another small fit of snickers, "beaming fetish."

"But, oh lord. Alright. When I figure out this damn tablet thing I can make my way there on foot. Does that appease you?" another sly grin at him where she's obviously not hiding her amusement, "But, it's not like I feel any safer walkin'. I was stockin' when I got transported here in'tha first place, sir."

Part of her worried about getting a whole month of being stuck reorganizing the shelves. The other part? Well, when you had a personality like Christine's and a boss like McCoy, it was only natural that she took a lot of his temper in good humor. Otherwise she might knock him out...which still wasn't out of the realm of possibilities on some days.