Anthium cocked her head slightly, and watched Harlock carefully.  "Frankly, sir, it would be better if you simply do things under your own power.  I've already arranged for you to not feel the pain of your condition, so as long as you don't get shot, and remember that you're technically dead right now, you should look fine."  The genetor said, lowering a massive injector unit from the ceiling.  "Should I give you more blood, or do you really want to go in front of an inquisitor on your knees instead of your feet?"