He shook Chekov's hand, immediately placing him in the annals of Starfleet history. It took a bit of will to keep from gaping at Chekov. After a moment's thought, he turned the tricorder toward the commander. (Temporal prime directive be damned. They had more important things to deal with.)

"That's pretty much the thing, though: there's no little things. Every readout is the epitome of normal."