The second the restraints are gone, Mack jerks his arms closer to him, idly rubbing at a wrist. This has definitely got Mack's attention. His eyes finally look up to Imania, flicking briefly to the ridges on the Bajoran's nose.

To his credit, he doesn't stare too long, or do anything that might draw attention to the fact that it isn't what he's used to seeing. Okay, so there may be some truth to what the blonde woman was saying. To be honest, he wasn't paying much attention.

"Why am I here?"

His voice is rough, growling, almost as if he hasn't used it in a while.