even as Tarn stares down at the floor he almost doesn't see her. But there she is. a tiny little thing among the lab equipment. Tarn squints, optics brightening in barely suppressed interest, before kneeling and leaning down to better inspect what appears to be the smallest organic that he has ever come across. Upon further examination he finds her to be repulsively fleshy. He makes a sort of sound of disgust.

"What is Primus' name..." He grumbles, hand beginning to reach forward to bring the small organic closer for a better look. How could such a small thing make such a big blast? Or create such an impressive workshop of this size? Surely this is some sort of strange pet and the owner is merely hiding or lurking in an adjacent room.