Charleston

*I watch and wave as the last little girl walks away with her mother. As they walk away, my protective subroutines power down, and the glow of my optics fades to a dim hue. The door slides open , I turn smoothly toward the sound. I see you. My eyes briefly scan your badge, verifying your identity before clearing you as no threat, My posture relaxes, my head tilts, optics brightening just a fraction*"I believe my left wrist actuator is functioning at 2%..May I request your assistance, mechanic?”