Tarn reaches up to swipe away a drop of energon that dared drip from behind his mask.

"That certainly is not true. And if it was, wouldn’t you say that Megatron evened the score when he beat me to the brink of death as you hid nearby like a coward?” He turns back to the bar, lifting his drink smoothly to his lips.

"Regardless, all this talk over a silly traitor. You certainly are invested in Drift. Has he been showing you some of the tricks he learned while scavenging in the Dead End?"