[Growling, gloved fingers pressed to his head, digging into his brow as he tries to remain in control. His other clenches tight, leather creaking with the tense grip.]
To hell with your damn Stabilizer. Give her back to me. I can watch over her.
[He didn't trust the robot warden and even if she was in a death like sleep he'd much rather be the one to take care of her. He may never have spoken the promise to her, but he'd made a promise to himself to look after her and see to it no one did her harm. He failed.]
Please. [Somewhat weaker and desperate this time.]