Blake can feel the breath caught in his throat as Dick very nearly finds himself incinerated (or close), and it comes out in a relieved puff when the laser disappears. Processing quickly, he leans tensely in Dick's direction, voice tense as he says, "A laser grid. It's a three-by-three. Imagine your left top left is one, and bottom right is nine, like a dialpad. Avoid seven until I tell you otherwise. Can you feel the grooves? Find the edges, quick, but don't step outside the grid..."

He can only hope working together like this will mean that Dick keeps his nose, because otherwise he hates the idea of the alternative. Wanting desperately to end this, he'll call out the numbers as needed until the turn ends of one of them makes a mistake.