"At risk of being called predictable," said the voice of an understandably, all things considered, exasperated Dr. McCoy from out of Uhura's comm station speaker, "I'm gonna reverse my usual question; I know who's holding up the damn elevator, I just don't know why." Sulu tried his best not to snicker too noticeably, though proximity being what it was, keeping his amusement from Chekov was all but impossible even before factoring in the grin his helm partner was hiding, rather badly, behind an upraised hand. "And has anyone in engineering got an estimate as to just when they're gonna get me outta here,?"