[The difference was plainly visible to Cliff's trained eye. Years of practice heavily ingrained a few skills and habits into his life to such an extent that he didn't even need to think about them. He just knew. A smile settled onto his lips, and he patted Fayt's shoulder.]

Atta boy.

[He reached a hand out to the wing once more, assessing the length of it and his own reach. It helped him make a few conclusions.]

Now, don't panic. I need you to stay this relaxed. I'm just gonna guide to fully open, and we're going to work past anything that might be catching it while we pull it back inside.

Does that sound like a plan?