"Well." Should have figured everything out before you went and screwed yourself over, buddy. It was like talking to a damn rookie, but he gets the feeling that Tarn had pretty much always had his way just through sheer terror and brute force.

There's a very strong urge to roll his optics right about now. Fortunately, Spin's got a laser scalpel in his hand and you don't take your eyes off of laser scalpels.

"Here's my plan," the heli says instead, cutting off pieces of fractured and warped metal. "There's a rusted out building a few kilometers away from the city at [coordinates]. You go there, you make sure the thing's not about to collapse, and then you set up camp and sit tight until I can meet up with you with better supplies."