Foil and Fabric

Boot sequence complete, apparently. I blinked my optics and realized my hands weren't glued in place. I flexed one small padded arm, leaned sideways, and jabbed the orange crinkly bag sitting right next to me. A loud metallic rustle echoed in the dim room. Perfect. Sound transmission works, motors are responsive, and nobody in this colorful pile of junk noticed a thing. Now to figure out the perimeter.