Kirk said, “There’s one last thing, Mr. Scott: about Rushlight, the Sivaoan who’ll be keeping in contact with you. You may find he calls in just to hear you speak.” The communicator made a puzzled noise and Kirk explained, “He likes your brogue. Humor him, will you? He’s a bard, and that gives him a lot of status here.”
“That gi’es him a lot o’ status where I come from too. Dinna ye worry, I’ll nae disappoint a bard.”
[snip]
Scotty laughed. “Ay lad. None other. We probably scared each other out o’ two years’ growth. Here I was, thinkin’ ye a Scotsman like masel’ in ma mind’s eye.”
Rushlight eyed him. “Scotty, I should have known you would look like the rest of your people. But except for the music in your speech, you talk like a to-Vensre, and I’d pictured you the same way.”
“If those ‘re to-Vensre whiskers ye’re wearing, I wouldna mind a bit bein’ thoughta that way.”
(the musician and the engineer, from UHURA’S SONG by Janet Kagan)
