[He doesn't need to take off Kyle's shirt to know exactly what it looks like. ]

... Everything. [ Yeah, it's blunt, but sugarcoating never solved any problem. ] Scar tissue along your back, your shoulders... If I knew the native calendar, I could tell ya the very day ya got 'em.

[ McCoy continues down his body, and finally his shock is overcome by annoyance. He tsks loudly at the kid, very tempted to slap him upside the head. ] Damnit, this is exactly why I wanted to check you weeks ago! Those ribs you were so delicately holdin'? Misaligned!