"Thank you." Tarn accepts the drink, holding it in his hands for a moment. He can smell the sweet aroma instantly, worlds better than the sort of metallic sour smell of the energon from Spinister's refinery. As he takes his first sip his eyes dim in pleasure.

The engex isn't excellent, but compared to the swill that he's been drinking since he got here, it tastes like the finest vintage. He takes a few dainty sips, trying to savor the taste and make it last, but Primus he feels like he could easily drain the glass in seconds.

A sort of awkward silence settles over them for a few minutes as Tarn struggles to moderate his consumption of engex, before he clears his throat and attempts small talk.

"Have I missed anything of importance in my absence?"