The laughs are bittersweet, the kind a person does in order not to cry. They've done so much crying, maybe too much. Tears won't bring him back. They won't reserve time and bring back all those they've lost. All they can do is mark down the hole left in their hearts, holes that can't be filled with drink.

But they'll try anyway, at least she will. Another gulp and her glass is empty, ready to be filled again.

"How have you been doing?" Uhura asks the question in searching manner, the tone of her voice declaring that 'I'm fine' is not an acceptable answer. She wants to know how Scotty is really doing. If he's having nightmares of watching Kirk die, of the ship crashing and no one surviving, the kind of things Uhura suffers in her sleep.