The belated offer is neither appreciated nor desired, and the unexpected contact elicits a startled jerk that nearly rolls him off his side and onto his back, which would be an even less workable position and not conducive to escaping this fucking intolerable mesh of wire and electronics.

"Fuck - !" Rush forces himself rigid again, fearful any abrupt movements may unravel or reravel any progress he may have made in extricating his upper body. "Don't - just fuckin' leave it, don't -" He makes a resigned, circular motion with the only hand he has available to him. "Don't cut anything."