Mao was unbothered by the nudity; given the circumstances, it was practically negligible. The slime was ignorable as well--he'd been covered in worse, sometimes voluntarily, in the name of science. The humidity and rancid smell were practically homey. But not having his glasses--

Blind--!

He bared his fangs angrily. "Forget your stupid answers!" he snapped, practically shouting over the sounds of other voices to make sure his rage was absolutely heard. "You're going to help me find them, and then you're going to tell me where we are and what you plan to do to fix this!"