Zero shot the guardian a disgruntled glare - don't coddle him, Harpuia - before the prickling goosebumps on his skin (what the hell?) reminded him that actually, it was still winter out there, and he was freaking cold.

Come on, stop making such a big deal over this. It's not like he hadn't seen a human turned into a robot before. There were plenty of other humanized people around that he had no reason to treat this as anything other than an uncomfortable, humiliating, powerless inconvenience. "Fine," he grumbled, glancing around the room for something to use as a makeshift clothes.

(His hair was being more disobedient than usual - it was falling all over his face, for one. With a huff, Zero begrudgingly parted his bangs and... huh. He'd never noticed how soft it was...)

The curtains would just have to do - the broken window wouldn't exactly need them anymore. He walked over and-- a bright stab of pain shot up his leg as he blindly stepped on a shard of glass.

"GHHkkrgh--!" Good job. This is what you get for not paying attention.