Look, if he'd told Tarn what he was going to do, the guy wouldn't have been relaxed!

Well, he's not relaxed now, but at least Spin had managed to wedge his fingers in far enough.

"I don't know yet, but it's- hn- pretty stuck in there." Sorry, Tarn, buddy, but he's cramming his fingers in deeper there. There's a look of intense concentration on the heli's face and there's a rivulet of nasty old caked lube and clumps of blackened nano repair fluids running down Spin's wrist and Tarn's back.

Aaaaalmooost.... Spin could feel the edge of the thing slipping from between his fingers when he tries to tighten his hold.