"Absolutely not!" Spin exclaims, smacking the back of Tarn's shoulder. "Do you know what kind of damage dust can do?! And this is Cybertron too, most of the grit is metallic and you're basically going to be sanding your joints down. Let me tell you, I am not replacing every bit of your hands for you."

Grumbling, the heli-former shuffles to Tarn's other side and lifts the arm there.

"Speaking of," he continues in a more level tone of voice as he keeps cleaning. "We should be prepping up for just walking in this stuff. Some fellows that I used to know worked on a dust planet and they'd over-grease their joints and tape over some kind of fabric to keep stuff out in the storms."

He looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing.

"Gotta get my hands on some proper weather resistant duct tape though. And also grease."