Observing her from so close, he grinned as she also seemed completely unaware, particularly due to music.  Was every girl this easy to distract?  If that was the case... he might just rape the whole ship in less than an hour.  He had read the file right, but she certainly wasn't doing a very good job at it.  Although there probably wasn't all that much concern either... as far as any of them knew, it was just a guy escaping.  Most guys would probably be scared, their dumb monkey brains useless for anything other than fucking.  But he was an intelligent being, and probably the most dangerous.  Luckily for him, he had been mislabeled as a category 2, instead of a category 1.  2s were of reproduction quality and tended to be muscular and good looking, but they lacked good judgement and intelligence.  Cat 1 was highly dangerous, individuals with enough know how and ability to adapt that they could bring about the fall of womankind.  Cat 3 was... disposable meat.<br/><br/>Regardless, as she leaned on the table staring away from him, he knew it was time to strike.  Dousing the rag with the potent chemical, he went as quietly but quickly as he could toward her.  Not that he needed to be so quiet.  His hand suddenly clamped over her mouth and nose, the rag sealing her breathing so that she was forced to breathe in the fumes that would be weakening her in seconds, and knocking her out in less than a minute.  At the same time, his other arm wrapped around over her baton arm, so she couldn't grab her weapon very easily, and clamped his hand over her breast, grabbing it with enough force to physically hurt her.  It was a good distraction and weak point to attack.