Brainstorm starts to reach out to stop Tarn from touching that prototype, but he stops himself once he thinks better of it. He'd rather not get close to the tank mech and well-- if something terrible happened to Tarn it was no metal off his back.

"You don't actually have anything to offer me," he huffs, arms crossing. Tarn had been exiled and he knew well enough from Spinister that he had nothing to his name. He even gave the mech cleanser to drag back to Tarn, so he's been giving enough already.

"And didn't you technically kill me? Don't think I don't know about that." Well, certain details. He'd sort of skimmed the report in panic before deciding now was probably time to put his plan in action.