"Mutilation was not a figure of speech, Ms. Frost." Two eyes. Two hands. Humans see machines and don't consider the possibility an inexpressive block nailed to the shoulders would be out of the ordinary. They break so easily and have a dim view of the mechanical that it was no wonder it would never factor that some things could live without a head. Or that such an existence was an intentional breach of agency.

"And now you're here poking around what little I have left."