"I don't give a frak about procedure!" Each word is more high-pitched than the last, and it's clear that she's not remotely alright. "Get me out of here! Gods-damn it, Lee--" She's yanked hard enough on the cuff that the metal's scraped her wrist and it's oozing blood, but she does have to stop.

Mostly because she's popped stitches straining to get herself out of it, and suddenly it hurts like she's been punched in the gut on top of her recent surgeries. "Get me the frak out of here." The words are lower, and she's staring out the window because she feels like a rat in a trap, like there's so much more going on here and she doesn't even know if Lee's real, given what he's told her. Kara may have just lost her gods-damned mind somewhere along the way-- she's not even sure of that much.