"If he's mister then why'd you call me mister?" Atreyu asked the woman who'd labeled herself miss. He was glad she'd labeled them that way though, he had trouble telling gender with his right eye, well, when people were facing him he had trouble. Pretty easy to tell a girl from a boy when you're looking from the side but when looking straight at them he had no way of telling if either of them had breasts or dicks.<br/><br/>"Wait what? My clothes? But I like my clothes." He complained shortly, hoping for one of them to say something about why he needed to take his clothes off, but instead 'mister' just ripped his clothes off and tied him to a table. Atreyu didn't fight the pull, there wasn't a point, he could easily tell 'mister' was way stronger than himself but he did pull on and test the bonds after he was sat there, wondering why he'd been tied up so tightly, and naked. He opened his mouth to voice just such a question when the needle stabbed him causing his question to be replaced by, "Ow! What the hell was that for?!"<br/><br/>He was glad to be back off the table as he got untied and even more glad to be told to get dressed, he didn't like being naked. The getting hit with something soft thing had confused him until he got the instruction to dress. Then he put two and two together, bent down to root around for his clothes, and started dressing slowly, like a blind person. Mainly because he couldn't see the clothes at all, they didn't have any heat and were thereby invisible to him. So too was 'misters' glare that told him to hurry it up. When warned of the lines of paint on the floor Atreyu froze, "Wait what? Painted lines? What if you can't see the lines?"