“Of course I'm familiar. I've been through this song and dance many times before.” There is a split second of retained physical contact, before Tarn steps back to give Brainstorm room to breathe. He spreads his arms out to the side and waits with an air of smug satisfaction. The jet's frame relaxes visibly upon being granted a few feet of distance, as if that could possibly stop Tarn if he became displeased by a turn of events.

Tarn graciously allows Brainstorm to have that thread of relief.

"Go on then, I’m looking forward to hearing your preliminary thoughts.” He’s been vulnerable for far too long. This weapon is going to give him the extra confidence that he so desperately needs at the moment. Galvatron will be pleased.