Tarn takes a few startled steps back from the medic , staring down at the mess on his stomach. After a moment he reaches down to wipe some of the splattered engex away with his hand, flicking it to the ground to join the growing puddle beneath him.

In any other situation, First Aid would be reduced to a smudge on the ground before he even knew what hit him. Even now Tarn can feel the fires of anger building inside of him. But now, when he's trying to earn his way back into Megatron's good graces, there is nothing he can do but sigh and give a disappointed shake of his head.

"My, that was rude; who taught you manners?" He stares at First Aid, pointedly not approaching him or giving into his baiting.