[Boimler huffs in annoyance.]

I'm fine.

[He gingerly sits up, with some difficulty due to the stiffness of his cybernetic spine.]

[And then he completely ignores the intended purpose of the string, taking out his tricorder to see what's creating the strand and if there's any possible weakness.]

Yeah, I am not obeying the random whims of a piece of embroidery. There has to be some way to disrupt its integrity somehow.