"Sinister, right, got it. So, if I don't get coffee, where do I go to smoke?" The snap of medical gloves against skin was slightly alarming, and since he wasn't really a fan of any sort of medical treatment, he decided it was time to get up and leave.
All he had to do was make a few knives and fire them at whatever was keeping him in the chair. They were hotter than the sun, they were bound to be able to cut through his bonds.