Botanists. McCoy kneeled, tricorder out to test the air and environment again for any pollen drifting on the breeze that might test that theory of Sulu's. There was nothing- so far the planet was safe, almost earth like despite the strange tint to the sky and how the sun seemed too close in the horizon.

"What I don't understand Mr. Sulu-" McCoy said as he walked further along, tricorder out and beeping it's readings. "-is why you didn't choose the science track with this love of flora you have."