Tarn hums softly, handing the brush to Spinister without a second thought. His armor loosens to allow the brush to get into transformation seams,

"He never tells me when he will arrive... He just appears." Usually at the most inopportune time; though Tarn would never say so to his new Lord and Master. But, it has left him doing a lot of damage control between Galvatron and Spinister.

"I wish I could tell you more."