It takes 9S a moment to locate Peridot. Oh, he recognises that bat. Bleh. He doesn't want to deal with peridot. But his general annoyance with Peridot seems rather paltry compared to the irritation he's currently directing at his heeled boots. So his next words come with far less heat directed at her than usual.

9S straightens, using the lamppost to keep himself steady. "What do you mean, you went through something similar?" Being forcibly put in clothes you wouldn't wear in a thousand years?