[He reached for the wand, but paused, his eyes on his warden, before taking it. Limited. It wasn't the wand that was limited; it was him. T'Pol couldn't possibly understand; the Admiral may as well have removed one of his limbs.]

[He made a gesture with the wand, concentrating on the table...and...nothing.

He tried again.]

Incendio.

[Still nothing. He scowled blackly; they'd done a thorough job of it. He searched his pockets for something useful and withdrew a metal stopper, vaguely wondering where it had come from. He set it on the table and tried again.]

Wingardium Leviosa.

[The stopper rose a few inches into the air, albeit a bit half-heartedly. After a moment, he ended the spell and it clattered to the floor.]