"...What?" McCoy says sharply, giving Charles a look that implies he thinks he's being a complete idiot and the only reason that he hasn't actually said as much is because he's got other pressing matters on his hands. He digs out the hypospray that contains the dye, waving it around in the air. "Okay, well, if we're going to go forward with a stupid idea, I might as well get something out of it. If he's awake, I want some baseline questions asked so I can see the reaction."

"Are we really doing this?" he asks once more, just in case someone has a lick of sense suddenly.