Echo made a face while the vines cleaned and clothed her, enduring but not exactly enjoying it. She looked down at the outfit once she was clothed and the vines had retracted, arching an eyebrow. She had worn a lot of weird stuff during her time with the Dollhouse, but this was going to be ranking up there.

"Is this thing breathing?" She muttered, before looking up at the others, and noticing Sierra's distress.

"Sierra, it's okay," she said again, moving towards the other woman. It struck her that she knew what was wrong, Susan was a very helpful personality to have, when dealing with victims of sexual abuse. And Echo knew that was one of many things that had never been wiped away. "You're safe."