Dr. McCoy was delayed but has a shuttlecraft at your disposal. Just be careful how you ask for rides... after all, he's a doctor, not a limo driver.

He's at the bar now, curmudgeonially crumpetting the bat, who totally sympathizes about them new-fangled ways of transportation.

The barkeep regrets black-marketing off the last of the Andorian ale to that Traveller, even if the bar did benefit from a little time distortion... If Bones is a curmudgeon now, just wait!