Imania hefted a sigh, then turned toward the EMH, waving her over. She requested a particular hypospray, and it was fetched quickly for her, though the blond doctor did look a bit concerned about what the captain must have been thinking. The hypo in her hand, she took a step closer to the biobed.

"All right, clearly I'm not getting through to you," she said, "but as they say, actions speak louder than words. I'm going to remove your restraints." She paused for just a second, her tone shifting just a bit, a slightly harsher edge to it. "However, if you try anything, I have a hypospray full of enough anesthizine to put down a Klingon for half a day."

She pressed a button on the panel beside the biobed, releasing the metal shackles that had bound him by the wrists and ankles, hoping she knew what she was doing.

"As I said: you are not a prisoner here," she reiterated, "but I can't have you injuring my crew. Do we understand one another, Sergeant?"