Involuntarily Glitch's left hand goes to the zipper, the metal feeling unnatural only because it felt...normal by now. That realization caused his right hand to (voluntarily) reach for his glass of whiskey and bring it to his mouth for a decent sip. Right.

"Yes, that's...in a round-about way, yes." If he'd told her she'd have just killed him and then there would have been no way to stop the machine. By having his brain taken, a door was left open. "Not the greatest sacrifice but it's up there. And in the end it made the difference."

Still, a hell of a lot to go through to babble numbers at some jerk in a fedora.