[A bro with breasts god damn it. McCoy managed to look thoroughly flustered, which on him didn't look too much different than drunk rambling. Without the rambling. He could do smooth ok.] That was a whole lot of luck kid, a whole lot of skill sure, but a whole lot of luck to back it up. Hell, if half the fleet hadn't been destroyed I would- they wouldn't have. Maybe it was old Spock.