"Five to six weeks?" He sounds a little distressed at that. Missions spread out that far? He'd been with the Foundation for less than 3 weeks and they'd had things happening on a near daily basis. Never mind the constant danger back home. The idea of so much down time was absolutely appalling.

But, ah, Izunia is offering him something to do. He is quick to get to his feet, taking the device from the older man without question. "Of course, sir."

Immediate and habitual and he grimaces once he's said it. Perhaps Izunia won't notice? Or at least won't call him on it. He does step away to find a crevice out of the way to tuck the spike into, somewhere high enough that it won't accidentally get knocked into and Slams it hard into the stone, wedging it in as firmly as he can.

"Do I need to do anything else to it?"