"That's okay, Hatchy, we'll just have to get you outta there the old-fashioned way." It had been a tiny flicker of a hope, anyway. The Spine suspected sandwiches. He frowned, stepping forward to dig his feet into the sand. His silver fingers worked into the tear again. Steam wafted from his vents and gears ground as he worked to widen the gap. "How's it lookin' in there?" Not that he needed more incentive to hurry.