The creature was humanoid, moreso than some of Khan's current "colleagues," and female. She was dressed like a member of a starship crew, probably a civilian mining or merchant ship, but maybe the formal dress of her planet's militia, governmental body, or academic community. She was also hysterical. That was quite a problem, considering she might be able to spit corrosive acid or telekinetically light things on fire indiscriminately. He wasn't going to turn the force field off until he was satisfied that she would at least be able to aim her attacks rationally so he could counter them.

Khan did his best to put on an innocent, concerned expression as he approached the edge of the platform and pressed both his empty hands against the force field. He couldn't touch her, had no tools to use, and as long as he kept his hands in place she would know he wasn't doing anything frightening. If she was some kind of specimen to him, he would be recording data or mucking about at the console instead of wasting time trying to make eye contact. He was no xenobiologist or prison guard, he was just a prisoner here like herself. She didn't realize it, but he had far fewer options for escape than she did.