"UGH! Ow, holy heck," Spin takes a moment to wince as the residual pain fades away to something more manageable.

Then, without waiting to see if Tarn was ready or not, he shoves the fingers in knuckle-deep, pinches down on the damn whatsit and then pulls back, twisting carefully so that it didn't cut any delicate cabling. It takes a couple tries, some more twisting, and Spin somehow ends up with a knee swung over Tarn's opposite shoulder, but it finally comes comes loose.

"Hah!" he crows victoriously, planting his free hand on top of Tarn's helm as he sits up, holding up a dripping shard of shrapnel. "Look at that! How'd it even get in there?"