[The sharp blade was touching her skin just slightly. To actually do any harm, he'd have to put some pressure to it, though. But all Medic did was keep glaring. After another moment passed, he lowered the weapon again and lets out an angry sound. It was not like he seemed to be able to let go either.]

Vell. Zhis puts us in a predicament. I vill try somezhing else, first.

[Maybe a defect in the nervous system? But things like that should heal. Medic shifted his glare from her to his disobeying limb, then reached out with his free hand to pry off his fingers from around her hand, which appeared to be more difficult than it should be. Snarling, he managed to lift one finger at least and quickly jerked it around, effectively breaking it, rendering it useless. For the next few moments at least. Medic barely flinches at his own action.

He went on with the next finger after that without saying another word.]