Tarn stumbles backwards, trying to take evasive measures from the fist aiming at his face. His vocalizer hisses and clicks as he tries to sooth Helex, hands held out in front of him in a placating gesture.

Though his throat has been neatly welded back together, the wound is still fresh and new. The damage to Tarn’s vocalizer is extensive and is not a quick fix. His disappointment could not be greater.

Tarn holds a finger up to the slit in his mask, gesturing to a neighboring empty building, hoping to keep hidden. He can’t risk being found by any prying eyes.