"Yes, it's an order!"

Chilton, boiled with a thrust of panic and anger, allowed the organic sedative to once more soak over Danger's body. It had no effect, of course, given her metallic tissue (metaphorically speaking), and it was highly evident that he didn't commit the action out of some inherently conscious effort. He was upset. He wasn't in control of himself.

"I order you to give that back to me!"

He wasn't. Thinking. Clearly.