You give yourself too little credit. Compared to most craftsmen, your work is a fresh meal next to a skinned steer.

[He's serious; credit where credit is due, and Chekov isn't ashamed to admit that Doc is far better at what he does than Chekov would be. Chekov has ideas and can put things together, but the finer details--the ones that make the most significant differences--are beyond him.

And a grim smile. Sometimes Chekov thinks that Doc spends so much time with his thoughts and creations that he forgets that, many times, death won't be deterred by even the most advanced of weapons.]

I prefer that also, thank you.