McCoy stops in his tracks and shoots a glare in Deadlock's direction. He falters for a moment, his scowl slipping from his lips when his gaze lands on the other, when he realizes exactly who is talking to him. A robot of some sort? Not like it mattered, honestly. McCoy's used to talking to a robot, if you want to lump Spock into that category. McCoy does, and for good reason.

But at least this guy has more going for him in the personality department. That's a point in his favor, for now.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be," he grumbles back.