Eventually, once the ridiculous peach dress-like garment was on properly, the unamused teen returned to the door and knocked to be let out again. The skirt went almost to the floor and was a bit heavy, honestly, but it served its restrictive purposes. At least the guards had the decency to let him change in private, though he still didn't discount the possibility of hidden cameras somewhere in the room. She could only hope that the scientists had the decency to actually keep them away from the curtain he used. It at least wanted to keep a little privacy, even if the scientists were supposed to be monitoring every bodily change. 

And boy, they had gotten a lot to monitor. She must have kept at least some of their lives interesting during the time it had been here. 

Once he was finally let out, the guards placed the cuffs on her wrists and they began to walk down the hall. With the dining hall soon in sight, the teen shook the medium-short hair out of its face and raised his head high before entering. Might as well not give too terrible an impression on the first interaction with the other experiments. Even if the situation was terrible, at least they still had some dignity left. 

He hoped so, anyway.