Tarn disappears into the back room, ignoring Spinister's investigation of the building and making a beeline for the small berth. It creaks as he shifts his weight onto it, lying down. Clearly the the recharge slap was made for a smaller lighter mech but as long as it continues to hold his weight, he supposes he can be choosy. He simply bends his knees, so that his legs don't hang awkwardly off the end.

"I would prefer to get this done quickly if possible." He calls into the other room, hoping to get the ball rolling sooner rather than later. The less time that he is vulnerable the better.