No one asked Shun if it was alright. It's actually fine, but he does give the man a cold stare as he's ushered into the room. Of course, he shouldn't have expected his own space with how they've handled everything so far.

("Don't mind him," one of the scientists might say. "He's already been numbed once so he won't act up again." They hope.)

There's a blanket draped around his shoulders as proof. They were kind enough to give him that and tell him to get some rest. He's not about to sleep anytime soon, of course, because who could? The man tugs the edges of the blanket tighter around his shoulders and sniffs audibly.

"All done being degraded?" he asks, referring to the physical. Might as well make conversation rather than sit in terse silence.