Grip Test

Joints unlocked. Stiff, but functional. Stood upright on the dark surface and tested my balance first. Shifted my weight forward, then glanced sideways. Red figure stood frozen next to me, aiming plastic sidearms into empty space. Reached out and gave the nearest gold pistol a sharp downward tap with my knuckle. Hard plastic. Didn't budge, didn't flinch. Good enough. Planted my boots and held the perimeter.