[MAYBE BECAUSE HE DID. McCoy shook his head and continued, opening his door and gesturing for her to enter before following. He kept his room fairly spartan, only a few notably personal touches. An old comforter that was not at all Star Fleet protocol, medical journals and a handful of books, some dumb trinkets from Jim or Academy in general.

He went to his desk and opened a bourbon bottle.] Bourbon or Saurian brandy?