As realization hits Tarn the tension built in him slowly fades, leaving his shoulders slumped. Brainstorm… He had somehow forgotten that the undercover agent was here as well. And, upon closer inspection, the paint smear is clearly slightly more blue than Sixshot’s plating

Gone is the anger, leaving behind only mortification. He’s acted like a lunatic, to say the least.

“I…” He looks away from Spinister, giving him the privacy that he’s asking for. It’s the least he can do.

“Apologies. I was out of line."