McCoy was, for the most part, quiet once everyone had settled in. He knew his way around the house already, he'd visited Darcy enough times when she'd been left technically widowed, and he wasn't going to even comment on the situation with the C'Meni. All of this was insane, and he was seriously regretting his decision to join Starfleet, for the eighth time since joining.
Sitting down at the table, he sighed and rubbed a tired hand over his face. He'd brought his PADD, thankfully, so his focus was going to be on picking apart what he'd researched about communicable diseases in this city. There were a lot more than people realised, actually.