"Sort of." Shift to allow for another set of broad shoulders engaging with the mouse. (He should get an upright one, says Alfred.) "It'll help. It was necessary to collect the data I needed without any interference. But the end goal was always to find a way to those effects through other means."

Bruce indicates on a second screen, lines of data about the things they had been testing. Production, interaction, result, abatement.

"It won't really do anything, if you flipped it on in the middle of the street, or a ballroom. But in a bedroom with the curtains drawn, left on for a bit." He tips his head, hums something that conveys he thinks it should work off these specs, but of course, there will be tweaking involved. Bruce is a brilliant engineer, but he's self-taught. There will always be a degree of mad scientist about him.

"That chamber. I'll be dismantling it. I won't have somewhere you can be trapped like that. With this, it's got an escape hatch by virtue of being fragile. No reinforced doors or control panels. Calmly turn it off, or if something happens, it's easily breakable."