Tarn huffs, smirking under his mask as he presses further into the bar, making a show of taking a sweeping look around the room.

"I'm doing no harm. Can't a mech just get a drink without hassle?"

It's clear that this little white and red medic has a very clear understanding of who Tarn is, if his flustered and frankly petulant response to his presence is anything to go by. He can't help but wonder who he is and what slights he may have committed in this particular mech's eyes.