Capital Nope. Jim lunged forward and slammed the satchel closed very, very firmly. He didn't need to look inside to properly interpret Bones' imprecations. "Not another word. I swear to god, Bones, if you start doomsaying all over me I am going to send you straight to the brig. I'll build one, just for you, property of L. McCoy. It'll have a floral pattern on the walls." He pointed at him, just to let him know How Completely Serious he was about this whole plan.

(He was actually a little serious)

"I've got an ice box back at my place, we'll put them there until we know what we're doing with them. That is an order, now stop with the--" he waved vaguely at all of McCoy, "-- That. Stop with the that. That's also an order."