Christine finally stood up. She pushed some computer clutter to the side and placed the rather large medical kit on Gaila's desk, flicking the lock quickly to open it. Inside there were compartments and layers. Some of it very important life saving things. Medicines and hyposprays, dermal regenerators...

But this particular case was filled much more with old fashioned scapels and a few archaic needles. Christine's hands danced over the compartments as she prepared another dose of the paralytic.

"He offended me." She said simply as if that was all the explanation Uhura needed even if it didn't explain why she'd brought him here. She finally looked over her shoulder taking her time knowing Johnson's terrified eyes were on her. "Simply by existing he," and all the others like him, "offends me. Call me sentimental," she tacked on dryly, "but I think you're a kindred spirit in that regard."

She pressed the hypospray into his neck and the slight movements Johnson was making stopped as his body once again went limp. "I know you're reputation, but have you ever tortured someone with a medical professional?" She offered up. "There's different toys. Not to mention the fact that I can heal him to start again. Forever a blank canvas."