He’s quiet for a long while, lost in thought. How had he gotten here? Sunken so low that he’s willing to do whatever Galvatron desires of him for a simple pat and being told he’s done a good job. He shakes his head slightly, banishing the thought. It’s not important right now.

Tarn takes another long drink from the high-grade when he realizes that Spinister was still talking to him.

He's is grateful of the change of topic for the time being. Although, Tarn is sure that he has not seen the last of the conversation, but he’s happy to end it now, if just for a while.

“Yes, I imagine that w— should.” He clears the heavy static from his ruined voice. "It will be quite the project.”

A basement would be quite valuable, even if they don’t find any thing useful stored away; protection from the elements chiefly.