McCoy shot his best friend a withering glance after he snatched the device from him and threw his arms up in an 'I give up' gesticulation. He was tempting to throw it away after the amount of people who had spoken to him over it, but spared a glance back at it to see the welcome screen and his room assignment.
"Joy." McCoy replied without missing a beat. "And I thought a room at the Academy was bad enough." Because the doctor was clearly imaging Jim purchasing one of those old fashioned brooms and tapping the ceiling in the early hours of the morning. Or the inevitable female company.