"Please calm down." Lady Diya doesn't raise her voice; she doesn't need to. It sounds clearly through the medbay. "We are not interested in hurting you, but you will be sedated if need be. Our med techs will be handling this equipment."

No threat; merely a statement. She steps in closer, shoulder-to-shoulder with the CMO, nearly as tall as him. "We aren't familiar with this technology. We can offer you no diagnostics, no useful data. However," she says, and the slightest shift in her placid expression warms into an almost-smile, "I assure you we will run every available test."