Battle damaged Angelina. Trying out the Buddies feature

My joints clicked faintly as tension shifted in my right arm. I rotated my wrist, testing motor control against the smooth grey partition behind me. A light reflection glinted across the metallic buckle at my waist. I tapped my fingers firmly against the edge of the utility belt holster—solid, responsive. My posture straightened an inch, confirming stability. Area secure, ready for next maneuvers.