Tarn doesn't even acknowledge the comment, but he does follow Spinister's instruction, eager to get this over with and go on his way. He has words to have with Ratchet.

"I don't have much, but I'll bring what I am able."

Ah- finally, the cap to the high grade canister comes off in his hand, He presses the lip of the bottle to the slit in his mask, knocking his head back and letting it pour into his waiting mouth. He goes slowly this time, taking time to actually enjoy its flavor.

"Thank you... for the high grade."