He stood suddenly, retreating to the far side of the lift, leaning back against the wall, one hand dipping to his stomach to prod at Uhura's handiwork. Watching Uhura like this was all well and good, but there was little satisfaction in it, and he was losing interest. He had no interest in her in this weakened state; he respected her as an opponent, maybe even feared her, but like this... His lip curled upward. She was weak. And Scotty played by rules of his own devising, and watching Uhura squirm, though initially satisfying, was quickly becoming mundane. Besides, he knew what he needed to know, now.

"Get up," he said flatly. "You're embarrassin' yourself."