That was a lot to process at once, and he plainly said so, raising a lack of eyebrow. "I'm no technician, but I know that time and dimensional portals require huge amounts of power. Even the biggest dilithium-powered Federation ships wouldn't have enough on their own, and they run on anti-matter conversion!". He looked around once more, feeling more depressed than ever.

"You seem to have a pretty good grasp on technology yourself", he suddenly added. "Yet you speak of magic. Do you mean, actual, supernatural magic? I always thought of it as simply a form of technology more advanced than the viewer's comprehension. In any case, if it didn't work either..."
Trapped. He was trapped all over again, more than he was on his Bajoran test-tube, more than he ever was on a space station. More than on any single planet. He used to have the entire galaxy opened before him, and now the universe was reduced to a crappy human building and a bunch of random solids as trapped as he was?

"Please keep an eye on this for me", he said to kitty as his abdomen - clothes included - suddenly swelled and opened to reveal a strange-looking... bucket? he carefully put at her feet. "It's dear to me but I can't hold it with the surveying shape I need." That said, without a care in the pocket-world for what other people might see or think, he turned into a four-winged scaly creatures, akin to a mythological dragon - if fact a pretty efficient Klingon eagle - and flew out the door and into the dusty sky.