[McCoy glances up from his tricoder at McCoy, one brow raised. He looks a little... concerned, and maybe suspicious. So far, the tricorder isn't picking up anything beyond the few bumps and bruises.]

Seems alright. If I had my skin regenerator, I'd have those bruises and cuts taken care of in no time. But since I'm currently working with primitive medicine, I'll just clean and dress the wounds. [He sighs.] Would probably strangle a chicken if I could get my hands on some Arnica cream, at least...

[But... He lowers the tricorder.] How you been feelin'? And by that, I mean, how's your appetite been? Eating well? Eating less? How have you been sleeping? How's your moods been?

[McCoy sighs again and runs a hand through his hair.] I'm a little worried about you. Hell, that's a lie - I'm immensely, completely worried about you. You and the other kids. I don't care if you're used to all this, it can't be easy, and havin' so few people - fellow humans - to talk to must be hard at times...