[ A grimace crosses his features. It isn't that he disagrees with her assessment - on the contrary, her thinking makes perfect sense. But that means he'll need to be extremely careful of every single morsel, and frankly it feels like given a long enough stay it's only a matter of time until he slips up.

Which is, probably, also the idea. ]

... It seems like preventative measures will only go so far. I wonder if someone could reverse engineer an antidote.

[ He glances around at the gaudy displays, the tables of gamblers, and his grimace tightens further. ]

Not that this is exactly the best facility for such efforts, but... beggars can't be choosers.