Tarn allows Spinister to tug him down. He kneels in front of he scientist, settling down on his heels and steadying himself for the undoubtedly uncomfortable procedure to come.

He leans down just slightly for a better look as Spinister begins to dismantle the plating on his palm. It is a sort of curiosity that consumes him, but he also wants to be full aware of what his new comrade is doing at all times. In case he decides to go back back on their delicately arranged deal

"I do appreciate your help. There are not many mechs here who would be able or willing to preform repairs on me.