"Sorry about the mess," Gideon said dryly as Felix glanced around the place.  He led Felix through the bridge to the workshop where many of his body parts had been created.  He casually, but deliberately, threw a nearby sheet over the bust of the queen.  

"I imagine," Gideon began, "That it's nothing more serious than stress warping in the metal.  Sit, take off your jacket," he swiped some papers and scrap metal haphazardly from one of the workbenches lining the room.  They fluttered or clattered to the ground, but Gideon paid them no mind.

As Felix disrobed, Gideon questioned him, almost as a long time doctor seeing a patient.  "How's business?  I haven't seen your father in a long time."