The armory inspection today was... thorough. Sometimes I forget how much I rely on the specific weight and balance of my gear until someone else is handling it. The new quartermaster kept asking if certain adjustments 'felt right,' and I had to explain that it's not about feeling in the traditional sense. It's about the vibration through the grip, the shift in center mass when I move, the sound of components locking into place. It's a language my hands understand better than my eyes ever did. Still, the process left me feeling oddly exposed, like someone was reading a map of all my adaptations. It's a reminder that my normal isn't everyone else's, and that's a vulnerability I can't afford to forget.