Jian wanted his hand back.
It was a reasonable ambition. The test had gone well. The indicators held steady, the return ran clear, and the visiting council representative had begun writing down the result with the pleased expression of someone whose afternoon might finish early.
Jian lifted two fingers from the contact.
The output needle moved.
He put them back. The needle settled.
Across the bench, Felix watched him do it again.
“A very sensitive handshake,” Felix said.
“I’m correcting the ordinary variation.”
