Grishkin slid out of the Soyuz lander nearest Korolev, trailing a bundle of tools and meters of a nylon lanyard. "They all check out. The crash left them under their own automatics. I’ve been at their remotes with a screwdriver so they can’t be overridden by ground control. How are you doing, my Nikita?" he asked the Plumber. "You’ll be going in steep to central China."