[She sounds concerned, so he forces a smile. He's not a doctor and can't make an accurate assessment of his current state, but he's alive. As long as that remains true, McCoy can fix just about anything as soon as the ship finds him.]

What is funny about this situation is that my home--my home on Earth, not the Enterprise--is similar to this planet during the winter. Why our reports and scanners told us that this was a tropical planet, I have no idea. They are never wrong like that. [Talking out loud is helping Chekov even if it's not doing anything for his rescuer.] Perhaps there was a transporter malfunction? If so, Mr. Scott may be able to trace the nadion signature to this place.

[He hopes so. This girl seems friendly, but she can't be the only humanoid inhabitant of this planet. If the rest of her people look like her, he's going to have a hell of a time fitting in.]