"A-- what?" He recognises the language, obviously, but the word is so far out of context that he's left stumped for a moment. But he's not stupid, either - whatever this thing, now that he's able to feel it, get a sense of it, plastic limbs under whatever sheer fabric it was wrapped in- no, wait, that's a cuff--

"Is this a fucking mannequin?!" he hisses, and the fear flips over to utter indignation.