The touch of a hand on his plating rouses Tarn's attention. The voice and speech pattern was unfamiliar but he certainly hadn't expected an organic.

Under more typical circumstances, he would have made an attempt to seem threatening, maybe even made steps to cause her harm. But, the damage is already done to his image as he sits curled in on himself, weak and blindingly drunk.

"Urghh- leave me alone." He lurches away, trying to put distance between them. "I don't need help, I can handle myself."