Zaeed had been wandering around the arcade out of boredom, mostly. He came inside looking to make a quick credit or two. That’s when he heard the kid crying. He watched -- admittedly, pretty judgmentally -- as they failed over and over, wasting their credits on a claw machine. It wasn’t their fault, really; obviously, the kid wasn’t able to handle a game like that.

When they asked him to help, though, he was a bit surprised. Obviously, they saw he was more capable. So he gave a slight grunt and walked up to the machine, inserting a few credits. He maneuvered it, clicked down on the button, and....

Missed. It happens. He tried again, and again, missed. Another. And another. The more he tried, the more upset he got. Damn machine. It was clearly rigged. He had half a mind to find the bastard who made it and shoot their ass. Probably some smartass salarian.

“Goddamnit,” he grunted as it dropped again. This was stupid. A waste of credits. But it was the principle of the thing. He had to conquer it.