Tarn's friends were terrible people too, but Spin was too engrossed to bother saying that out loud. Tarn probably knew anyways. He connects a soldering iron to a port in his arm and goes to work heating the exposed, spliced wires up and then crimping them neatly with a needle nose plier.

"Have you set up some way to refine the energon yet?" he asks when he stops briefly to search through the items crammed into his field kit for some insulating tape.