Oliver headed right for the judge's table, settling into the seat and a little surprised at how comfortable it was. No powdered wig, no robe, but he did get a gavel. For the few minutes it took for everyone to get settled he tested the weight of it, then flipped it around in his hand a few times as if he'd been handling it for years. All the while he glanced from it and over at Simms, wondering what it would take to clock him square in the forehead with it if he got out of line.
Instead, he banged it once against the sound block, mostly just to hear it, then cleared his throat. "Alright, we're gonna make this as quick and painless as possible. Cecilia? You ready to go first?"