[As dreadfully undignified as being hauled around like an errant kitten is, it beats dying a fiery death. A slightly-singed (but otherwise intact, thanks to Hei) Chekov lands with less grace than the assassin, staggering a few feet after the jarring impact with the ground. He stays in an upright position and the phaser wasn't lost mid-flight, so he's willing to consider this whole mess a success thus far.
So much for an uneventful diplomatic mission.]
What are you looking for?
[Chekov asks the question in Russian. Pleasantries can wait until whatever danger they're in has passed.]
no subject
So much for an uneventful diplomatic mission.]
What are you looking for?
[Chekov asks the question in Russian. Pleasantries can wait until whatever danger they're in has passed.]