"Yes you are quite resourceful." It's all Tarn manages to say before Spinister moves on to his other shoulder.

He slumps harmlessly as recessed cables are gently kneaded, nearly melting into a puddle. He hadn't realized how tightly he had been holding his shoulders until Spinister's fingers began coaxing them to relax. But, between his skyrocketing stress levels, and the various injuries wreaking havoc on his frame, he supposes that he shouldn't be entirely surprised.

"It seems that you're capable of making basically anything with the right raw supplies..."