"That was a light stun," the CMO says unsympathetically as the med techs load him back him onto the examination table. "You're still talking, aren't you?"

Diya meets Daryl's gaze straight on, unwavering as stone. "We did ask for your cooperation first," she says reasonably as a medtech presses a hypospray to the crook of Daryl's arm to deliver the hortalezpam -- a conscious sedative that will leave Daryl awake enough to talk, but little else.