McCoy was also line faced as he walked onto the bridge and stared at the bottle being shaken at him from across the room. He slipped the tablet into his back pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, really." He replied sardonically and eyed the blood wine with a less than affectionate glance. "That's one hell of an interesting stain on your uniform there, Jim. I thought you could handle your drink better than that; at least, you can when you're not pretending."