"Yeah, cuz blow'n up a whole damn planet really is the best solution." He doesn't shout. He doesn't bitch or rant cuz it ain't his world. It ain't his problem. It's Casey's and if he knows anything about the kid? He won't let that happen. Still the image of Vulcan getting sucked into nothing plays over and over in the back of his mind as he pulls out the scanning wand of his Tricorder and gives Casey a once over, comparing it to the scans from before and after gett'n knocked around.

Looks like everything's in order. Taller, little broader, more muscle on him. Probably as tall as he's gonna get but- hey. Teenagers can surprise him. Nothing too terrible strange pops up on the scans.

He can live with that.

"All clear, kid. Eat your pie."