"Television loves it when elevators do that to people." Gideon winces sympathetically, gaze momentarily far away in vivid memory of people that've been halved before. Well. Fictional people. People in reenactments at best. But, still. Distinctly unpleasant. There's a lot of crushing. No one seems to enjoy it. Not a good way to go.

"Don't you need a lawyer for that?" He blinks, reconsiders. "Or at least a witness. I could definitely lie." He probably wouldn't. But there's still that chance of human error. "Besides, I feel like I could reasonably keep you fed. There's room for that."