Tarn is at a loss. He stands uselessly behind Spinister as he turns his back and continues his work, huffing a sigh. He watches quietly for a few moments before nodding in agreement and approaching slowly. Tarn’s hands firmly flatten he panel in place so that the heli didn’t need to struggle against it, allowing him to concentrate on the welding.

He doesn’t say anything else on the issue, working in silence to help Spinister reinforce their meager sleeping area.

It isn’t until they’re almost done that he opens his mouth again.

"Thank you. For the cleanser."