There's a noticeable pause where Khan keeps his forearm pressed tightly against the crewman's throat, expression calculating. He's making a point - he won't be ordered, even when it comes couched as a suggestion, and whatever authority these people think they might have here is worthless to him.

Still, he wants answers. Feeling his point sufficiently made, he hauls the man up by the collar, letting him breath but not quite letting him go. His own gaze rises to meet the newcomer's, shoulders taut with ill-concealed violence.

"Then explain."