Some would have said that laughter was the last thing anyone should do in the face of a tragedy like the McNair had faced. Many a stoic person would have stood silently and allowed no emotions to slip through, to get back to the grindstone and to work. Those people, Makari felt, were either Vulcan or emulating everyone's favorite logical beings. He was Risian. Fun was ingrained into him. Laughter and smiling was as much a part of him as logic and discipline was to the pointier eared race. Had he been a doctor, he would have told everyone laughter WAS the best medicine. But had he been a doctor he would have been too giddy from poking and prodding people to even think about someone not laughing...<br/><br/>As it were, he was no doctor. Just a science officer, ops officer, second officer... he was more officers than a Risian police force during Mardi Gras. And he was apparently a shaft master. Not one of the worse titles he had ever been given, so he would keep it. When the ride came to a stop he grinned at Darrin. "Food sounds good, as long as I'm not cooking. I can drive silly craft, I can run the power systems in a ship, I can even pretend to do scientific feats of wonder... plus a host of more... social.... activities...." Makari grinned devilishly at Darrin. "What I cant do is cook... or dishes, I so don't do dishes."