You killed two people that round, removing their blood completely from their body.
You hid a body of the janitor in a fuck off location in her janitor closet as an unknown set to just vitals, which after an hour of searching for her body, we had to do a process of elimination of who this person was by comparing suit sensors to the crew manifest and seeing who does and doesn't respond, with the addition of a thirty minutes tacked on because of CSI work.
You killed the other person, and they had to wait to be cloned and all that jazz.
You attacked people with bats in security, teleporting around, screaming and flashing people with your eyes. You were an obvious threat. I put you to sleep because you were using your powers against me, and were disappearing, and trying to get away from surgery. You were a pain in the ass to security, to medical, to command.
The muzzle, maybe a bit much. I didn't put it on you, though. But it wasn't like you were exactly docile too and that you didn't take people out of the round.