Ring head drops into a deep squat on bare concrete, yellow halo still lit while the open back pack stays facing the room.
Knees fold until the hands nearly meet the floor. Hips sit behind the feet, so the crouch is a real range test and not a polite bend at the waist.
Halo is a full circle on the face, orange yellow and bright even when the head tips down. Visor stays dark, so the light is the only face the clip gives you.
Back of the torso is unfinished on purpose. Battery brick, orange leads, a small antenna, and a board sit outside the shell instead of under a cover.
Hands open as the body lowers, fingers spread, then close again once the knees start to rise. Grip never holds a tool. Motion is the payload.
Room around it is a lab, not a booth. Black X beams on the wall, a yellow floor fan at the edge, cables on the concrete, no crowd and no barrier.
Voice in the first seconds is people talking about Buffalo, then a flat okay. Nothing in the audio cues the squat, so the move is running beside the conversation, not for it.
Recovery is the quiet part. Unit comes back up onto both feet, arms loose, halo turning with the head, shadow stretching long under the beams.
What the nine seconds actually show is hip and knee travel with the compute still exposed. No walk down a street, no partner copying the arms, just one body folding and standing in an empty room.