There are eyes on him now, panicked ones, and Khan can see a few crew members edging for the doorway even as this one approaches. He's still riding on a high of pain and adrenaline, and that familiar shade of Starfleet blue does nothing to set him at ease. If anything, it makes him tense even more, shoulders wire-taut and gaze narrowed.

Starfleet's medical wings had been somewhat less than kind to him, since he'd been awoken.

"The only thing I require, doctor," he growls, voice startlingly deep, "is our current location and a way to leave it."

In an untraceable, warp-capable vehicle, if at all possible. But that likelihood is infinitesimal - he's far, far more likely to end up fighting his way through this ship as well. And in that case, a hostage - such as the young man currently squirming in his grip - was handy to have.