Tarn lifts his leg as Spinister approaches with the stool, sliding his foot onto the cool surface. The position puts strain on the warped joint but Tarn ignores it, the chip melting pain into only slight discomfort.

"I Haven't spoken with him just yet but I was intending to ask him to stay, yes. It's important to have an inside source." He takes another sip of energon, intent of filling his tank before entering the wastes. He watches Spinister arrange his tools with passing interest.

"It will be hard... Helex is extremely loyal, but I anticipate that with some time he will do well here. It's comfortable and there's no need for him to worry himself about shelter, or energon, or maintenance..."

This is going to be awful.