[McCoy stood, a huff more reminiscent of his normal demeanor as he did.] God knows you've damaged it enough as it is already. [He had to get out of her- he felt almost... buzzed, and god knew Kirk would probably need something for the meld whether it hurt or not, he knew of one drug used in such instances, and more importantly he needed to think. Think and not have this conversation with Kirk in this body because it was wrong enough that he did what he did and-]

I should go. [He took a step before pausing and turning, narrowing his eyes at Kirk.] If you start to feel sick you inform me immediately, understand?