Well that's good news at least. Setting the shard aside for future disposal, Tarn visibly relaxes as he retrieves his discarded rag from the bucket of cleaner. giving his shoulder an experimental stretch, Tarn notes that the rotation of the joint and flex of cables is noticeably smoother.

"I'm not sure that I would have noticed that something was in there if not for your assistance. Thank you."

That's all the thanks Spinister will be getting.

Tarn settles quietly into cleaning out his hip joints, dipping the cloth between armor plates and swiping away weeks of built up dirt and thick black grease. Disgusting. How could he have let his frame fall into such deplorable condition? He needs to at least be giving himself a daily brush down to rid his frame and major joints of dirt. Tarn doesn't even need a proper cleanser, just a bit of water to sluice of with.

How can Tarn possibly expect Galvatron to be proud to call him his Lieutenant if he can't even preform the most basic frame upkeep.