Ghem-Naru rubs his face a little. The face paint is, of course, sealed so that it doesn't run everywhere, but not if he rubs too hard. He nods at one of his officers.

"Alright, I think that's enough. Give him the antagonist."

Another hypospray is pressed to York's arm, and within a few seconds he should feel the effects of the fast-penta quickly dissipating.