Tarn shutters his optics, gritting his teeth, as Spinister roots around for debris. He declines to comment on his inane ramblings, instead, distracting himself by reciting in his head one of his favorite poems. By Megatron. He immediately stops.

A shooting pain stabs through his side as Spinister brushes against a nerve sensor. "Urgh-- Primus, be careful, Spinister.