Perimeter Check

Joints unlocked. Senses came online. Four green figures surrounded my perimeter on a patterned carpet floor. A plastic storage bin loomed directly behind. I did not break formation. I pivoted my right wrist deliberately, testing hydraulic tension. Then I extended my left arm and tapped the nearest red-banded figure's rigid knuckles. Solid plastic. Inert. Threat level negligible. I held my center stance and began logging my tactical surroundings.