KIRK: (sitting down) Well, what do we do, just talk it over? (The creature turns to show it's wound from their last encounter.)
Well, you can be hurt, can't you? We just sit here? It's your move. (Spock comes running in and takes aim)
No, no! Don't shoot. Come on over, Mister Spock.
(He does so, and squats by the Captain.)