[ Humming his acknowledgment, he knows it's a matter of time before Khan starts using that ridiculously sharp mind of his. Every precaution helps, though. If only we had the ship, even at ground level ... ]

Bones drew them, they're the old-fashioned star signs that people assigned themselves depending on their birthday. I'd rather you didn't draw on me either, I'm starting to look like a broken PADD.

[ That's still a lot of pens. Enough that this is clearly pre-planned to hell and high water, which means Chekov saw his dream. That makes him uneasy, but only out of lingering embarrassment. ]

What are you going to draw on?