"If you want me to go get out the bone pins I'll be happy to oblige." McCoy threatens (with the most empty threat in the universe). "And here I was thinkin' you were happy to see me an' my whirrin' talky-box, as you're determined to call it..."

Bones would never, not in a million years, be able to be satisfied with setting a bone with pins and wires and plates when he has his usual tools at his disposal. It'd drive him absolutely batty.