Tarn delights as the tiny Autobot stiffens, glaring bitterly in his direction as that spark deep pain begins to take hold. Just enough to ache, but not really enough to do much damage. Surely it wouldn’t sit well with Megatron if he were to harm another one of his medic friends.

"He has his uses, that's for certain.” Tarn smirks behind his mask as First Aid begins to sip at his drink. Reaching over the bar top , he begins to fix his own hearty helping of engex.

“He certainly didn’t find it necessary to break out the chainsaw when he spent hours of his time preforming repairs on me just last month. Perhaps its just…well…you.” Tarn nods at the residual stump of First Aid’s arm.