Re: meanwhile, in the saloon...
The automaton looks up on finding itself addressed. "Own...rock?" This gives long pause, it seems - one might almost think it's broken down when it suddenly speaks again, straightening:
"How, Robert Micklethwait, lawyer? How is rock, land, wilderness owned by unknown...mortals?"
Then to Gabby: "Plus plus wailing rock exists in wilderness, Gabe Clarke, yonder-" it helpfully points again, "-self can tell: self is angel. God talks to self, inside head," it adds, in case Gabby doubts its authenticity.