Zoro pauses at Mayou's initial response. "Are you someone who can recognize most herbs?" he asks, voice a little less abrupt. He needs to know how much stock he can put in her assessment.

He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.

His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"