That pause as Brainstorm considers is all Tarn needs before he’s certain that he has the deal in the bag.

“Then make it discreet.” Something compact that packs a punch would be ideal; barely noticeable amongst Tarn’s own armor. Custom made, for certain.

“If you can do this, then I will provide any amount of Nucleon that you require, and your dalliances with my associate may continue uninterrupted." He steps close enough to clap a friendly hand on Brainstorm's shoulder.