Tarn growls lowly. It’s clear that Pharma is listening to him self service behind the privacy of his door. The doctor isn’t going to leave. Weather he’s listen to Tarn overload and fantasizing about what may be happening behind the door or watching it first hand…well he isn’t sure which is better. Who knows what obscene display he may be concocting in that twisted processor.

“Fine...Fine, you can come in. Let's just make this as brief as possible."