Digging out the paper, Jim studies it, eyes passing swiftly over each design. Truth be told, for a man who grew up putting engines back together, frequently using parts whose origins were not vehicular, it seems like a bit of a cakewalk.

Selecting one of the harder ones just to be an ass, Jim sets himself to assembling the shape, forming it in his mind in less than three seconds, with his hands in less than ten. "Does this come in three dimensions?" he wonders, even as a secondary part of his brain considers the rest of what Spock has said.

Truth be told, Jim is dying to get back to his scanner, ready to reprogram it with all the ferocity he possesses to find some clue regarding their imprisonment in this world, but...he also wants to beat Spock's game. "Which one did you do fastest?"