Will shifted himself until he found a comfortable spot, he was leaning with his back against the shack wall. He hadn't seen Minho since he was very young and that was on a job with Gus, he was the son of a very prominent engineer and if he hadn't seen the proof of Minho's skill; that being the Grievers and such he might have thought this guy had no idea what he was doing.

Minho stared blankly at the dead Griever, he had no idea what he was doing. He'd done this before right? The gooey thing there went into the metal thing and made stuff happen. Minho felt his ego shrivelling up as he poked at it, it didn't help with Will breathing down his neck, expecting him to do something. The thing was dead, what was Minho supposed to do revive it? Give it mouth to mouth? He squatted beside the Grievers open jaws and discarded that idea. He walked around the table to get perspective and noticed the scarring and rotting on the organic material that had to be removed… Right?

"So how's it working out so far?"

Minho spared a moment to stare at Will delivering his most unimpressed reprimanding look over the dead carcass "You have any bright ideas?" Minho asked sarcasm clear in his tone. "We should poke it maybe" Will wasn't serious of course but Minho actually thought about it, scanning over the body he noticed the back end had to be removed, it didn't look necessary and it was rotting already.

The black-green goo dripped as the skin was pulled in long strips from the limbs it made the most unappetising squelching sounds that caused Will to dry retch "What the bloody hell is that?" he eyed the jelly-like sludge that landed on the floor with a splat. "Oh man that's disgusting" Minho shielded his mouth with his wrist at least the part that wasn't covered in gunk, trying to keep the Grievers body from pouring out onto the floor would prove an interesting task. "Why are you taking out all those…Bits?" Will wasn't sure he could imagine anything worse than this, Minho was amputating a large portion of the Grievers body and removing the mechanical protrusions.

Minho held the mechanical extremity up to eye level, inspecting the merciless saw, its blades curved and undoubtedly sharp. The Runner turned to look at Will presenting the saw to him "I don't think it really need a saw" Will shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, it might" Will made sure Minho could see the meaning in that "Man I'm not letting it have scissor hands or something alright, it's not sawing people to death"

The open wound was slowly being stitched together by Minho's steady hands, the Runner looked to his side and caught Newt's older brother staring at him, and the boy quickly pretended to rub at the back of his neck and sorted through the surgical tools. Will couldn't help but look at Minho, it was that or the dead Griever and he wouldn't dare to look down at that slop on the floor, so it was the Runner who was half covered in Griever guts or the tools also covered in Griever guts.

"Hey can you help me with something?"

Will brushed his blonde hair out of his face and rolled up his sleeves "Yeah?" Minho motioned for the boy to move to the front of the Griever "Let me know if anything happens"

Will was crouched in front of the Grievers face; a very ominous place to be. He was glad he was allowed to stay in here, he hadn't the nerve to be around his brother with the diminishing company. When he had first met Minho he had expected the boy to run him through with his spear, but now he was worried the guy was going to get him eaten. The Grievers body jolted and Will had flown backward cussing at the Griever and Minho alike. "What did you do!?" Will yelled reaching to his sidearm combat knife a reflex he'd become accustomed to.

"Oh shuck sorry just trying stuff"

Will glared unforgivingly but his expression softened when he saw Minho smiling mischievously "You did that deliberately!" he accused and Minho gave him no reply just continued working "You got it working?" Will got to his feet and was surprised when the Grievers glazed dead eyes followed him, he omitted a rather non-masculine sound and wished he'd taken his chances with the others.

"I think I found its core system, he seems to be in pain"

"So it's a 'he' now?"

Minho removed a piece of metal that seemed to be causing the irritation and the limb straightened out with ease, relieved. "I need some bandaging I want to keep him all together now" Minho pointed to the surgical equipment and Will did what he was told.

"I'm giving him this sedative until I can be sure these wounds are healed properly"

Will was eager to hear that "Yes… Yes! Good Sedatives, lots of Sedatives"

Minho couldn't help but feel a little attached to his creation as he moved into its line of sight "Hey there buddy" The Runner could have sworn the creature grumbled a little and watched him as he moved. "What now?" Will was hiding behind the Runner "We let him rest" He nodded in agreement, Minho looked at himself "And I need some new clothes." The Runner made for the door but Will interrupted him "Where're you goin'?" he didn't want to be left alone with the creature or the foul smell of the shack "I need to get cleaned up and so does the shack, Igor doesn't need to wake up in a room full of his own guts" Will nodded and followed Minho out of the shack "Where're you going?"

Will stopped when Minho did "I'll show you where you can get cleaned up and find you some clothes, might wanna get the other two as well you could all do with a wash up… especially you."

Minho smacked the boy on the shoulder "Thanks" and Will felt that he and this guy might actually be making some progress from the whole spearing incident, it wasn't until they were halfway to the living quarters that Will realised he had a handprint of guts on his shoulder.