Spinister spends a good few more seconds bristling before going to grab the welding torch and blasting the bit of paint off of his aft. It stung, but he didn't particularly care as long as it'd get Tarn to stop bloody looking at it.

"Look," he says, pointing the welder at Tarn. "I don't trust you and you apparently think I'd bang your freaking ex. One: we only talked when I needed supplies. Two: he helped you break my shower." An event that Spinister still hasn't deigned to show any kind of forgiveness over for Tarn himself.

"I fix you up no matter how much you mess up and I help you when you need it." He turns away, angrily flattening the metal sheet back into place again. "We've got something we need from each other. We're partners. You're not my commander and I'm not your fragging teammate, so don't treat me like one." Uncoiling more soldering coil he goes back to work, rotor blade still twitching in a distinctly pissed manner.