"No no no ya got ther lyrics all wrong! Let’s try again..." Swivel chastises a couple of overcharged mechs that are seated on either side of her. She is at the bar, turned away from the counter with a drink in her lap, held in place squeezed between her knees. The two drunk mechs facing her are of the more jovial sort, and they argue a little before Swivel baps them both lightly on their helmets for their attention, corrects them, and then cues them to try singing with her again. It's some jovial little jaunt that is easy to sing along, so it can be attempted by even the most hammer mech and not be completely cacophonous. Swivel swings her fingers like a conductor's wand, but scarcely keeps the rhythm going.