For a moment it looks like he might just draw his sword rather than hand it over but the bone deep respect for a uniform, whatever uniform, from his life in the military wins over.

"Fine!" He shouts at Odo, a blood vessel in his temple beating visibly. He undoes the sword belt and all but throws it at the offending constable. "At least tell me where I can go around here where I can see the sky and feel something other than this, this..." He pounds the nearest plastic wall with a clenched fist.