Pharma's optics widen, flaring just slightly as his spark constricts, and he gasps, grasping at his chassis briefly while he tries to calm himself. Immediately his first response is to repeat, "Tarn -- there's nothing --" before he forces himself to articulate.

A rare moment where he decides that living is more important than dignity arises, cresting with a rushed explanation. "There's nowhere for me to play host to, I've found nothing! I'm not hiding anything --"