Stan's whole body jerks back, it would shudder but he don't give it time, he ain't even looking at the guy, for all his wide eyes are pointed more or less toward him. He just reaches around beside him and grabs one of the big chunks of plastic lying there, whatever it is that was covering those wires that are gonna' take Stan where he wants to go and he squeezes, and the cuts he got pullin' all that plastic off split a little wider and he don't care, he almost don't notice, all he notices is that one thought, can't screw up can't screw this chance up can't screw it up and "You back off!" and his voice is high and thready and loud, like someone snapped his volume knob off. It probably came off with all that skin inside his mouth, it probably happened when he fucked his tongue up and fucked his words up and they come out so weird now, stupid-sounding like Stan's got a heavy lisp and don't know how to use it, so he yells again, shaking the big sharp plastic in his hand like it means something. "You back offa' me! You go back, back, back to, to- Fuck off!" He waves the plastic a little, off to the side where those lights are, he don't look at 'em too much but they look nice, nice and safe all lit up. Like somewhere he's gonna' be, once he gets this done. Once this joker gets gone. Yeah. Yeah. Then it'll be fine.