He finishes putting away the file, hooks his thumbs into the front pockets of his lab coat. Bones has never been--never will be--friendly, or even very comfortable, in social settings. But hospitals are very much his domain, and so he figures his gruffness can be excused.

"Handy, that," he comments, dryly. Even if he doesn't fully understand the hows or whys. He catches her looking at his badge, and his lips quirk upwards for a fraction of a second. "It's McCoy. Don't think we were ever introduced."