"No--" First Aid's plea gets cut short as Tarn's fingers peel into his throat. He chokes on his own energon as his vocalizer spits static, trying to reset a few times before it shuts down, his body diverting the energy away from the broken component.

Silence was truly terrifying.

The hard slam of Tarn's foot makes his stomach plates cave into a distinct 'Tarn toe' shape and his body leaves red paint scrapes against the wall where he hits it hard. For a moment he doesn't move, too stunned from the sudden shock of pain through his whole body. He feels like he might retch; he can't even pay attention to the notifications streaming through his head, too focused on shivering and venting.

Tarn's looming shadow forces him to shift onto his knees and he places a shaky hand on his face, pulling the mask free. It was dented enough to press sharply against his mouth, and once he drops it blood drools from his split lip. It hurts and he can feel his armor grinding as the plates shift with the movement but self preservation urged him to get back on his feet.

"Hkk--" First Aid's vocalizer clicks, sparking at his throat.

On impulse he lashes out, having nothing more than laser scalpels in his fingers to try and take across the mask.