Clearly, he was missing a lot more of the picture than he'd thought he was. Jim just set his mouth into a grim (for him) line and grilled McCoy about the specifics for the rest of their blessedly short jaunt. By the time they got to Jim's apartment, he was feeling like ten miles of bad road, and he just pushed the door open soundlessly and gestured McCoy inside.

"Dump the tribbles in the ice box, it's inside to the left."