Tense, Kallen turned back to face the cell, hearing buckles and cloth shifting around behind her. She felt the suit brush her back before the collar was draped over her shoulders; a moment later the guard was pulling the wide sleeves over her arms. He whirled her around then, securing the strap at the collar of the suit, followed by the zipper that went from the collar down to her waist. The suit fell about her legs, offering her some covering. The thought crossed her mind that these suits were awfully form-fitting for some reason. The prick with the pistol finally holstered it, turning to speak to one of his subordinates; the other guards had dropped their machine guns toward the floor. It was now or never.