action;
This is a strange way to collect autographs, you realize. [No one has ever asked Chekov to write on them before! He shifts closer and carefully writes out his full name in loopy, near-illegible Russian cursive. It doesn't fit on her shoulder, so hopefully she doesn't mind having her collarbone written on a little, too.
That puts him very close to her bruised throat.] How is your neck today?