Uhura. The last person he wanted to see. Looking back, he had to admit that taking her knife, though entertaining, probably hadn't been the wisest course of action. But of course, he was committed to it now, and there was no way in hell he was going to give the damned thing back without a fight. Served her right for being so attached to it in the first place.

He kept his aggravation at having run into her at bay, settling for giving her a cool smile, even beckoning to let her go through the doors of the turbolift first. "Uhura. What a pleasant surprise." Not likely. The thought of being in the same turbolift, even for a few moments...

Her comment about the scar earned a twitch of his eyebrow, and another smile, although it didn't reach his eyes. "Such a pity it's gone an' healed, isn't it? But I'll thank you tae keep your hands tae yourself."