McCoy looks at the hand and back at the boyish face smiling at him. He repeats the process one more time before he sets his jaw into a stubborn, bullheaded line and brings his blue eyes up to meet the kid's own.

"Yeah, what about him?" he asks, because obviously this isn't Jim Kirk. Sure, he had been pulled in at first, taken aback by how similar they looked, but no matter the similarities, there were plenty of differences. He figures he's an easy name to impress people with, to get a few free drinks or company home. Either way, a name and a handsome face isn't going to suck McCoy in so easily.