McCoy, on the other hand, was not the kind of guy who found overgrown jungles exciting. In fact he usually found them overgrown and disease filled and generally unpleasant. Which he was voicing in a low grumble as they walked.

"Of course, go out in the jungle probably filled with primitive malaria-filled mosquitos or god knows what else." He muttered to himself. After nearly getting his boot stuck in the mud he hurried after Sulu, scowling. "Wait up will you."