Lena howled feverishly as she ducked and dodged, her hands nearly turning red from how tightly she was handling the steering wheel of the arcade game, having immediately dove into its cockpit not a second after entering the dark-lit game room. She excitedly veered from side to side, the mechanical cockpit she'd hopped into mimicking her in-game moves as she winded through asteroid fields, trying to shoot down alien starships while her voice roared exuberantly .

"Woo hoo!" she shouted excitedly, her heart running a mile a minute as she played, "You catchin' this, Em?!"

As the game continued its raucous activity, Emily stood from behind, leaning onto a different arcade game cabinet as her head dipped down, sleeping as she stood their after her tire had returned from her coffee-fueled escape. She would often awake at some wild noise being made by the game, or more usually, by Lena, though it was only momentary, leaving her to quickly return to sleep as her shoulder slumped against the inside of the cabinet.

"Ye-ah!" Lena shouted with unceremonious excitement, the faux cockpit she was sitting in shaking uncontrollably as she worked her way further and further through the game.

At her latest exclamation, Emily nodded awake, picking her head up and reaching up to massaged the back of her neck with a wince as she spoke up, yawning, "Waaah, how long's it been? An hour? Wow; not a bad nap."

"Woooo!"

Emily shrugged the sleep from herself as she collected herself, checking her phone to recall the movie times, pricing a showing occurring within the next span of time, examining Lena careening through the virtual universe, "Alright love, I believe you now. If it keeps me from a sleeping assault, we'll come here every other night or so just to tire you out."

"Woo hoo!" Lena proclaimed happily, turning her head over her shoulder toward her partner, her body whirling about, "I tOoOoOold yOoOoOou!"

Emily rolled her eyes alongside a grin as she flipped through her phone, "We've got about ten minutes until we need to head- Oof!"

She stumbled to the side, turning to find a lithe-looking Omnic had pushed her out of its way, aiming for the arcade machine she'd found her nap-space within. Emily recoiled with deepened eyes, backing away as the rectangular head of the machine-man churned around from side to side as it examined the machine, it's robot hand sitting atop the cabinet to work the controls as its other hand worked a coin into the machine, beginning a cacophony of bells and whistles as the game started up.

Emily watched curiously as the robotic movements of the machine-man spun and worked at a quickening speed, the arcade cabinet beginning to quicken as well, until a whistle began to ring out, like the tape from a cassette being ripped out while being in use, the mechanical insides of the cabinet whirring creakily until a burst of ozone caught the air, a flurry of sparks shooting out from the the Omnic's neck as its head spun around, the arcade cabinet immediately shutting off after a blip of blue light signaled its cut power.

Aghast, Emily hurried away, closing in on Lena as the pilot spun around in her seat, alerted to the large squeal of fuses being blown out, gasping as the Omnic teetered back and forth, its joints still shaking from the aftershock.

"D-Did it lose..?" Lena asked with wide eyes, clutching the rim around her cockpit to pull herself around to examine the scene.

At that time, a deep voice roared out from behind the smoking wreckage of whirring parts, the owner of the arcade furiously shouting, "Goddamn Omnics! Bloody hell!"

He strode around the side of the machine, his face twisting with anger as he yelled out, "You again?! Get your kicks somewhere else, ya fuckin' can!"

The Omnic whirred to life slowly, as if heeding the man's warning, before creaking to turn away, it's mechanical joints taking it back toward the entrance, leaving the owner furiously examining his shorted out cabinet, "For fuck sake; I just fixed- What in the bloody hell're you two doin' here?!"

He spun with a furious stare toward the two women, forcing Lena to slowly fall into the cockpit as though to slink away, though the men yelled out wrist dismay before she could disappear, "Get the fuck outta that thing! Now! Ya know these are all defective, right? Half of 'em will kill a human; that's why they ship this shit here to this Omnic arcade."

Emily dropped her head is distrust, covering her face with an open palm as embarrassment settled in, though Lena retorted with a forceful, "Well, yeah! I knew that; that's why we were sneaking in!"

"Sneakin'-?! How the crap long've ya two- GET OUT of that contraption!"

Lena frowned harshly, grumbling under her breath as she began pushing her way out of the arcade machine, leaving Emily to speak up apologetically, "I'm so, so sorry sir; I hadn't a clue, otherwise I would have-"

"Don't apologize to him," Lena growled, "He called that Omnic a tin can; he doesn't need- WHOA!"

Her second foot hooked onto the rim of the seat, causing the whole mechanism to come to life, creaking a sickening rolling of springs and misfiring apparatus, the entire plane section falling right toward where Lena stood.

Emily spun around with wide eyes as the owner cried out in terror, "Hey, get outta-!"

Before the entire machine could collapse onto Lena, she vanished in a haze of pale blue light, the collection of bluish atmosphere carrying itself a few meters away where Lena reappeared, watching the crumbling machine with disappointment, a frown appearing there which only frustrated the owner even more.

"How'in tha-?! You just-?! Somethin' just saved ya life 'n you're frowning?!"

Emily sighed, clutching her chest as her heart flew a thousand miles an hour, her head falling in exasperation, "She just does that…"

"Oh, yeah!" Lena smirked triumphantly, lifting an arm as though posing for a comic book cover, "I'm, uh, an undercover secret agent- No! Im a super spy. No, wait!"

"She's built different," Emily concludes with a wary smile, though the owner crossed his arms at her revaluation, watching Lena with narrowed, critiquing eyes.

He muttered, "So, that're there- It wasn't a flooke? You just do that?"

Lena nodded proudly before bursting into the nether once again, a blue dust quickly evaporating in her place, though it wasn't a second later she had returned, holding up a toolbox she'd gotten from…wherever. The owner's eyes widened in astonishment, though it only led him to ask aloud with a serious voice.

"Hey, with somethin' like that- All this junk is recalled and unfit for human use, so they just sorta throw it all my way, but these Omnics that hang around, these cabinets weren't made with 'em in mind, so in constantly fixing them- and nearly getting killed in the process. Ya think ya could-"

"Are you asking me to take a job?!" Lena finished for him with an aghast look on her face.

The owner shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "It'd be for chump change, really, but with you dippin' n' divin' and all that, you can be in and out to your job- it's mostly be helpin' me out. Oh, and all the games you wanna play."

His final two words reverberated throughout Lena's mind, his voice echoing into her ear, "…for free."

Still, as though she were a free agent athlete, Lena waved Emily closer, muttering just loud enough for the owner to hear, "Sidebar, Em."

Her partner sighed, but went along with the 'huddle', which was basically Lena pulling Emily closer by pulling down on her shoulders, leaving the pilot to murmur quietly, "I think it's solid, Em. I mean, paid to play video-?!"

"If you play your plane game before coming home, I don't see a downside," Emily shrugged, "I don't need you doing anything, but if it helps you feel like you're not an encumbrance, which, by the way, you are not, then why not?"

Lena nodded, buying time, almost like she was wanting the owner to sweat, even though he only meandered toward the fried machine from a few minutes ago, examining it to see what damage had been done before Lena could hop excitedly in the air, fluttering about with wonder.

"I'll-!"Lena paused, turning to find the wayward owner, "I'll take it! -but Em! Your movie!"

Scoffing immediately, Emily waved her off, "I appreciate the thought, but I know it would've been torture for you. You hang out here, I'll go see it; we'll meet up for a bite to eat at…two?"

"Alrighty!" Lena spoke up with enthusiasm, "Owner, sir, I'm at your service!"

"Bleh, it's Quinn; Quinn, not 'sir'," the older man grumbled to his newest employee, shaking his head, "How're your technical, or, mechanical skills?"

Lena gave a smarmy sort of smirk as she scoffed, "S- Quinn, you're gonna be 'quinnterested' in the amount of time you'll be da-"

"Ah, stop right there," Quinn demanded with a low tone, waving his hand dismissively, "'nother one of those and this ends, ya hear?"

"Y-Yes, sir- Quinn…" Lena defeatedly muttered, her shoulders dragging toward the ground.

Quinn turned away, waving Lena along as though in orientation, though Emily quickly stepped up to meet her before she could follow, reaching a hand up to hold her pilot's cheek while leaving a gentle kiss upon her lips, breaking away with a smile.

"Get 'em, Len," Emily instructed warmly, "I'll see you at two, working girl."

Lena proudly grinned, holding her fists upon her waist, "Never fear, my dear. Oxtons are never outta work longer than-"

"Hey! Vapor Girl!" cried Quinn from the back, leaving Lena to nervously recoil away from Emily as she ducked back toward the counter.

"Eh, I'll- y'know. See you at two!" she finished, leaving Emily alone as she vaulted over the countertop to vanish into the back room.

The red head sighed with dropping shoulders, having missed out on Lena's returned kiss, though in a dash of blue light, Emily suddenly felt a pair of soft skin across her face as she took a step back, Lena having dashed into a kiss so quickly that her lover hadn't even noticed her presence beyond the streaks of blue light through strands of air. Such a thing only made Emily groan with a disappointed grin, shaking her head.

"You know I hate when you do that," she complained aloud, shaking her head.

She truly hated that it didn't last longer.

As the day progressed into the midday, a collection of Omnics began streaming through the arcade, most of them remaining civil, even if Lena wasn't quite sure what sort of benefit this place offered them. She had known enough Omnics in her day- they experienced…something like emotions, curiosity, and exploratory pings of questioning, though she hadn't any idea as to whether or not the legitimately had anything relating to 'fun'. Despite her affinity for such a thing as 'fun', she knew it wasn't anything that could be quantifiable to a computer program or, so far as she could tell, an artificial intelligence. Curiosity, and even basic emotions, were avenues toward gaining knowledge, but what was 'fun', or even 'entertainment', to robots?

To this end, as Lena walked along the arcade she kept an eye on the Omnics working the different arcade games, from the simple cabinets to the more elaborate ones that allowed dance or instrument work, though she still couldn't ascertain much. She strode along the line of machines, making her way toward Quinn, who was sitting in a desk chair by the counter, running a finger along his tablet while only raising an eye at Lena's arrival.

"Hey kid, thanks fer the help," he nodded mildly, "I was too afraid to get at that VVR game. The manufacturers weren't expecting Omnics to be shoving their feet into the base with a millions psi; screwed up more than the wiring."

Lena shrugged, turning to watch the small assortment of different Omnic at individual machines, "You know why they come to play these? I mean, I don't-"

"Ain't nothin' good ever came from asking questions," Quinn warned, "I couldn't give two shits why they play. They do. It keeps me living comfortably, and hey, I was an arcade junkie as a kid; I get a kick outta seein'- now, I don't play 'em- it's neat ta see all these new things being popped out."

He turned his tablet toward Lena, allowing her a view, "I buy these all straight from the manufacturers, dirt cheap, since they all got something screwy with 'em and no parent this side of the 20th Century wants their human kids near them. Omnics couldn't care less, so hey, if I can turn a profit; so long as they'n't tearing junk up too bad or shoving in fake coins, I don't care what makes 'em play."

Lena eyes him with scrutinizing eyes, "Fake coins, really?"

"Pfft, who knows what they got goin' on in those metal buckets. You always hear stories of 'em counterfeitin' money and passing it off as genuine," Quinn shrugged, "Then you got ones like from earlier- they're just looking for a jolt to get off or whatever. Troublemakers, I tell ya! At least the lot of 'em don't cry or leave messes; I'd sell this place in a second if I had'ta bring in children to stay afloat, oy."

A sudden squealing of abrasive cogs rang through the air, catching the two humans' attention, though Quinn was quick to groan, "Eh, that BH6 model just got off Hurl-A-Whirl; thing's been on the fritz fer a week now, but that big load took it over the edge, I guess. Can you go check it out?"

Lena saluted with a happy, "Yes sir!"

He eyed her with distaste, forcing her face to screw into a low apology, "Oh, uh, Quinn. Sorry."

He murmured to himself, "It ain't nothin', but get to it, see what all we need for it."

The pilot nodded and headed on over, taking the time to examine the small amount of Omnics that had arrived, noticing them playing the games like any human, albeit with far more precision and skill. Nothing seemed much a challenged to them, Lena notes, further increasing her confusion as to why they continued to play these games, nearly breaking the games with ever-heightening scores.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, jolting to the side to find an Omnic, standing at one of her favorite cabinets, a trackball game that involved cognitive abilities, quick judgement; a few skills that Lena knew humans excelled at, which would obviously leave her high score unrivaled in an Omnic-only arcade. She snickered to herself as she approached from behind, her eyes gradually growing into disks as she stared at the high score continuing to increase at the hands of this mechanical player.

The Omnic had one single finger atop the trackball, rotating the thing, spinning it, nearly effortlessly as the screen matched its moves. Lena's mouth dropped at this machine standing there, making her own now-broken record seem like cupcakes, despite Lena having had to crawl up and down the cabinet after her hands grew tired, angrily attempting to ring up a score high enough to not ever be beat.

As she stood there, stewing, the Omnic suddenly turned toward her as though realizing it was being watched, though even without its face watching the screen, the mechanical being continued rolling the trackball, a hollow, grinding voice leaving its solid-state head, "You must be LenO."

Lena dropped her brow suspiciously, "…heard'a me? How'd you guess?"

The Omnic made a shrugging motion, "I had hoped to run into you. Most of these machines bear your name somewhere in the high scores."

"And what of it?" Lena challenged, crossing her arms, "So, it's an Omnic arcade, big deal."

The machine whirred and clicked as it spoke, "On the contrary, I was happy to find a human name along the scores. Here in England, as you know, Omnics haven't the same rights as humans, so many of my compatriots and I, we merely use our assigned names. Finding one that stood out from the zeroes and ones, it wasn't difficult to ascertain human intervention atop some of the charts."

Lena's eyes narrowed in curiosity as the Omnic continued rolling the trackball perfectly, despite his attention apparently being upon her, "I've spent weeks with this game. Trying to figure it out. Trying to figure out the person who has taken the one top score not belonging to me."

"Trying to prove," the machine man spoke with a rising tenor in his voice, "That I'm better than the human who was so clever to think this game was her's, and hers alone."

Lena's lips rose with a furious confidence as the Omnic whirred back toward the screen, shaking its polygonal head with something of a low giggle in its voice, "This is my arcade, pipsqueak. You aren't to horn in on my-"

"What's your name..?" Lena grumbled lowly, an inquirous tone, "The only thing I hate more than Brussels sprouts are bullies, and I'm gonna make sure you get your just desserts, jerk."

The Omnic didn't reply, but a gust of steam exited his neck as if in a dismissive sigh, leaving Lena to peruse the nearby cabinets, mutters to herself with a determined scowl, "You can't play all these at-"

She eyed the top score of every game as the screens scrolled, noticing a pattern. The numbers were all sequential, besides the cabinets where 'LenO' had been peppering in, beginning with 0100, 0110, 0111, always in ascending order.

She found nothing less than a lowest common denominator among the top of all of them, forcing a smirk across her face, "Maybe…this one, 0010."

The Omnic made a scoffing noise, "Yeah, you do- Hey!"

Crying out, the Omnic warily spun its shoulders toward Lena, still rolling the trackball as it was glued to the sight of Lena rolling a coin into the Lucio-branded arcade cabinet nearby, cocking her head over her shoulder to share a devious wink with the machine, "You think you're such a badass? Come and get this high score, too!"

Lena immediately began playing her cabinet, which immediately began to light up and flash as she racked up points, the theatrics catching 0010's attention far more than the near-silent trackball game he was playing. He pulled away, allowing his game to finish in a game over before quickly inputting '0010' and turning toward Lena's game, watching as the pilot bobbed and weaved her body side to side, excitedly pressing on.

"You're number two!" 0010 exclaimed with a mechanical start, earning an exuberant grin from the player.

Lena replied, "Uh huh! And I didn't have a reason to rack up my score even more last time! Now, I do."

0010 watched with his non-expressive face, though his circuits ran warm with anticipation as Lena's score rose again and again, her fingers skillfully pushing for bonus after bonus, leaving 0010 more and more agitated. He stepped forward, pushing Lena away to the side as he tried to gain control of the machine, though Lena remained stalwart, her hand gripping the controls mightily.

0010 roared, "This game is mine!"

"Bugger off!" Lena cried, pushing the machine man away just as fiercely, "My coin, my play!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"No, mine!"

"Mine, human!"

CRAAASH

Lena covered her head as she rolled to sit up atop the cold pavement of the sidewalk outside, peeking out from beneath her arms after catching that 0010 had been tossed out clear from her own trajectory. She spun around while on the ground, a pleading look across her face as Quinn angrily gripped the control panel of the arcade cabinet, wires splayed out with different components dangling from within the machine's guts, leaving a disgusted look on the boss' face.

"Q-Quinn!" Lena pleaded despite having just been thrown out on her ass.

"That's sir, to you!" Quinn shouted angrily, shaking the control panel in his arms, the dangling circuitry flying all over the place, "You TORE UP my cabinet! BEYOND DISREPAIR!"

Lena immediately flinched as the man angrily threw the panel onto the sidewalk between the two individuals, sending a mighty CRIIIISH as it galloped along the ground, slowly grinding to a stop. With that, Quinn turned to enter back into his arcade, shaking his head violently as fury poured from his lips.

"I never wanna see either of you here EVER again!" he cried out, "Buy me a new cabinet, and MAYBE we'll talk!"

"B-But Quinn!"

The door to the arcade slammed shut, the visual of which alone caused Lena to shake as if she'd been the door itself. Her head fell, burying itself in her chest as she curled up with regret at having lost another job, and such a nice one at that. Her arms tangled around her head as tears began to well up along her eyes, both from having been so vehemently yelled at and from the realization that she'd have to tell Emily, once again, how much of a failure she was.

A winy whirring broke the air as 0010 turned its head in every direction as though unsure of what to do now, simply sitting with its legs straight out and turning to examine the torn-up arcade cabinet as if in some fleeting curiosity. It eyed Lena as well, though it was only a cursory sort of glance before it spoke up with a monotone voice.

"Well, onto other things. Maybe a library, or a-"

"A simple apology would be nice!" Lena shouted, yanking her head up to stare at 0010 with red eyes.

0010 watched her expressionlessly, "I am unaware of any reason why I-"

"That's total rubbish and you know it!" Lena cried out angrily, "It's your fault we got kicked out! or are you too stupid to remember that idiotic stunt with sweeping your leg into the cabinet base?!"

The Omnic shrugged with a minute sort of movement, "I only recall you jumping onto the cabinet and declaring yourself 'victor over all digital beasts' while stomping on the buttons."

Lena frowned, shouting furiously, "That was my job you cost me! Something I was actually able to do well for once!"

She angrily slammed her fist into her knee, dropping her head once again as she gave way to a whimpering sniffle, shaking her head, "I'm so worthless…"

0010 watched her with nothing resembling curiosity, though his head turned the other way at the sound of a group of voices approaching the two of them, a group of young guys strutting along the paved sidewalk, pushing and shoving each other in some bizarre show of comradery. Too lost in her sorrow, Lena didn't notice their approach, leaving 0010 with little to do but stare at the group as they turned their attention to the human-shaped robot sitting their with its head directed toward them in with curiosity.

The gaggle's leader snickered, throwing his shoulders up in some prostration of masculinity as he mocked aloud, "Sssss, check it out guys! I didn't know they collected trash this late in the day!"

His collection of jerks chuckled in unison as the young brute walked over to kick at the shattered arcade cabinet, turning toward 0010 with a sneer, "What, 's this your brother? Cousin, maybe? You look more like trash than it does!"

"Pfft, ha ha!" cackled one of his cronies, "Yeah. I don't even see any holes in 'im! How's he s'posed ta do anythin' when there's nowhere to stick anythin'?!"

The group cackled with violent laughter, though 0010 didn't reply, nor did he move aside with his head turning to the group, one after the other, curiously, as if wondering what the big deal was. Soon enough, the leader gave a swift kick into the Omnic's chest, sending 0010's torso to the ground, leaving the gaggle to crack the air with laughter as their leader held his arms out wide, his empty show of bravado rousing his stags.

"This trash can's somethin' else!" he hollered with surprise, returning his attention to 0010 as the Omnic began picking himself up.

The young man sneered as he bent over closer to 0010, his body shaking with concealed laughter as he muttered just loud enough, "You're just nuts and bolts and shit ton of other garbage that isn't worth-"

Out of nowhere, the man cried out in pain as he suddenly vaulted into the air, somersaulting clear over 0010's body and hitting the sidewalk as if something had flown him ass-first into the air, his chin hitting the pavement with a deafening crack. 0010 turned, finding Lena to have disappeared, though he returned to catch the fright upon the gaggle's faces as they turned their heads, rapidly, seeking the source of whatever had-

"WAH!" cried the shortest of them, spinning in place until his dizziness overcame him, sending him toppling to the gravel below with his underwear stretched out so far so as to tie up his wrists behind his back, leaving his hind end rather uncomfortable as well.

The others began to huddle together with desperate worry, though 0010's eyes peered through the air, catching the glints of blue electricity that coursed through the air as the gaggle was picked off, one by one, until they were all subdued, writhing on the ground from having their guts punched or tied up by some nefarious means. 0010 turned his head to follow the bluish blur as it returned to the leader, who'd begun picking himself up, only to find Lena appear atop of him, slamming her foot into his back, keeping him pinned to the sidewalk.

"A-! A-AH-OOOOW!" the young man cried out painfully as Lena dug her heel into his lower back, bending over closer toward her prisoner.

She frowned with a vicious anger, shouting out, "YOU APOLOGIZE! NOW!"

"AH- I- I'M SORRY!"

"FOR WHAT?!"

The man cringed in agony, "AH-AOH! OWW! I- I DON'T KNOW!"

Lena dug her foot in with gritted teeth, twisting her heel into the space between ribs, forcing another whine from the young man, "Apologize to that Omnic! NOW!"

"AH- A! S-SORRY!" he whimpered aloud, tears streaming down his face.

Lena turned toward 0010, "Anything else?"

"I haven't the complete faculties to fully understand-"

"Demands!" Lena explained, "Any demands?!"

0010 paused, turning toward the cabinet in disrepair, then back toward Lena, "Have him care for my fallen comrade. Perhaps, then, its dismantling will not have been in vain."

"You hear that?!" Lena shouted out toward the crony beneath her foot.

He whined, "I- I don't know the first thing about technol- OW OW! STOP! I WILL! I WILL!"

"Read a book, why don'tcha," Lena complained as she released the man, who quickly pushed himself up, though his back slumped to escape the pain.

He turned to find his gang having abandoned him, quickly retrieving the torn-up collection of circuitry and paneling before waddling off in desperation, disappearing behind the nearest corner for fear of being tracked down once again. Lena watched with disinterest, shaking her head angrily as her hands clutched into fists.

"Such assholes," she muttered through clenched teeth, stamping a foot into the ground beneath her, "To treat someone like that; like a hunk of junk. ARGH! Bet they'd hate it if they were on the opposite side of the equation."

She kicked the cement below her as she trembled in anger, "Nobody deserves that shit."

0010 watched curiously as Lena did her best to take in deep breaths, the Omnic suddenly wondering aloud, "You offered assistance. without my requesting it, or even thinking it."

A quick chuckle escaped Lena as she dropped her head, "Boy, if that's not the first time that's applied to me…"

Curiously enough, 0010 rose to his feet, stepping toward Lena and patting her shoulder from behind, nodding sincerely, "You have this unit's thanks. If my broken comrade is given a home and those men's backsides have been given a stern warning, I'd say very little has turned out bad as a result of this ordeal."

"Yeah, except my not having a job anymore," Lena sighed, shrugging, "Don't worry about it. It's not as though it's the end of the world or anything. even if I'm good at literally nothing here in London."

0010 watched her solemnly, offering what little advice he was able, "It could be worse, human. You are capable of work, and there is always a need for such things. Those who aren't capable, like me, they are-"

A gentle sort of whirring came from within 0010's mechanical skull as though a system within him was being rebooted, a clicking sound ringing out before a POST beep, leading to his head sputtering to life once again. Lena watched with concern as 0010 looked around, almost wondrously, before turning to the arcade's marquee overhanging entrance.

"A…R…C…A…D…E…" he muttered quietly, "This unit was made for A…R…C…A…D…E…"

Lena's eyes curled sadly as she realized what was going on. She reached out to stop the Omnic, who obliged her guiding hand with a look of concern as if the machine were being reprimanded.

"Yes, human?"

Lena bit her lip, "Zero zero one zero?"

"Unrecognized," the machine replied, "This is unit 0011. Imprinting program demands I command and understand A…R…C…A…D…E."

Her hand sliding off the length of the Omnic's arm, Lena took a step back, silently lowering her head as 0011 continued toward the door, entering the arcade with a sauntering gait and a body that Quinn wouldn't be able to tell was anything but another like-branded robot. She reached up to dry her tears from earlier, as well as the fresh ones she'd shared with a comrade for but a few mere moments, before turning to leave, her shoulders hanging low.