He didn't answer her at all, but found her attitude interesting.  She was trying very hard to appear and remain calm, despite what she thought was about to happen to her.  He knew that the facade would crack soon, but at the moment, her lack of resistance was making it easier for him to properly secure her.<br/><br/>Using a pair of surgical scissors, he cut her dress from the neckline, all the way down to the bottom and pushed the cloth off to the sides and exposing the entire front of her body.  Returning to the drawers, he removed a number of straps, and began securing her more tightly.  The first went over her arms and across her torso, just under her breasts.  Combined with the cuffs still holding her wrists, that would keep her arms at her sides as well as her back firmly against the table.  Two more straps went around her thighs just above the knee and were secured to either side of the table.  These kept her legs well secured, as well as prevented her from bringing them together in any way.<br/><br/>Moving back to the wall, he opened another set of doors.  Behind these, was a cart on wheels, which he pulled out.  It was clear that the laboratory, though apparently completely empty, save for the table and lamps above, was well stocked - the equipment was simply hidden behind the locked doors that made up all four walls of the sterile looking chamber.<br/><br/>He moved the cart to the table, and positioned it to her right, just behind her head.  One at a time, he attached small electrodes to her forehead - six in all - that were connected to a device atop the cart.  A final strap went over her head, holding the electrodes in place and securing her head to the table quite tightly.  Once in place, he removed the strap over her neck, as that was superfluous now that her head was secured.<br/><br/>Another trip to the wall and a third cabinet was opened.  This one was lined with bottles of various drugs, along with syringes, IVs and other such paraphernalia.  He selected a bottle, and filled a syringe with the liquid inside, then returned to his subject.<br/><br/>"I know you like to hear yourself talk.  You will be doing a lot of that soon, as well as making other sounds."  He brushed her hair back, giving him access to her neck - which he swabbed with cold alcohol before jabbing in the needle, and injecting the contents.  "So before we begin, I wonder if you know exactly why you are here..."