He took a moment to check his knife in his sleeve; although going unarmed about the ship was dangerous, going unarmed around Uhura was doubly so. "As nice an offer as that is, love, I'm afraid I have tae decline," he replied evenly, fixing his eyes on the door of the lift. Just a few seconds, and he'd be free to go about his business.

He wasn't going to bring up the knife either - he was headed back to his quarters, and very much looking forward to making it there in one piece. He had a bottle of whisky waiting for him, and he was planning on getting nice and drunk, and more than anything else, he just wanted to spend the rest of his evening in peace.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans - the lift stopped, but the door didn't open, and after a moment, the lights dimmed, leaving only the emergency light on. He cursed under his breath, and went to the control panel, immediately trying to get the lift operational again. Not this. Anything but this.