No leather jacket for Aleksei. Not yet anyway. His clothes had been taken away at the hospital, other than a pair of combat boots. But those were then taken away as he was given standard issue prison gear. His orange getup and black sneakers identified him as a criminal. It bothered him not to be dressed "right" as he considered it. But he was happy enough to be given the chance not to go to prison. Even if he was still dressed like he was there. 
He ate the food. He drank tea. He glanced around a bit. But mostly he just took the opportunity to enjoy his lack of a cage or handcuffs. 
He responded in Ukrainian again when the girls entered. One on her own and the other escorted.
"Добре, атмосфера тут тільки покращився дуже багато." (Good, the atmosphere in here just improved alot.) 
But that was just him thinking aloud. He kept looking around nonchalantly taking notice of things like how the kid next to Anisim seemed not to want to eat. Or a certain fury that hung about the new girl who'd entered on her own. 
And then came the weird part. The announcement. And the particularly odd part where he referred to her as his "pet" in front of a room full of teenagers as if they wouldn't all immediately take that as several different kinds of creepy. Understandably, he raised an eyebrow at Vlad.