Dr. Tarington winked to Elohim, a smile coming to her face after the machine's lukewarm comments about vivisection.  "I'll perform surgery on you before releasing you."  The doctor promised, a tiny blush coming to her face.  "Do you know if your physiology is compatible with sedatives?"  She asked, a grin on her face.<br/><br/>Tarington waved to Ennea to open up the heavy metal door of the warehouse.  The little freak pulled out several keys and carefully waded through the network of locks on the door, hesitating briefly on a strangely innocuous looking combination lock.  The arduous task of disabling the security complete, Ennea pulled open the massive vault door, easily moving it despite its massive tracks.<br/><br/>"It's our business to understand the environmental effects of your presence."  Dr. Tarington said simply, deciding not to point out that if her body was found to be severely carcinogenic that she might be classified and have her kind destroyed for the good of humanity.  "As for your clothes...  They reveal a little too much of your body."  Tarington said, giving no other explanation.  The furnishings of the warehouse were spartan and metallic, consisting mostly of brushed metal furnishings mixed in with bog standard office supply furniture.  The doctor quickly led Elohim into the bathroom, a glaringly white concrete chamber, with a transparent curtain and a showerhead.  Several fluorescent bulbs lit the chamber quite well from above, reflecting off of the white paint on the walls to suffuse the room with a white glow.  "I'll leave you to your business then."  Dr. Tarington said, pointing to a nearby cardboard box filled with toiletries and towells, including a robe.