When Tarn lets go, Spinister abruptly gathers Brainstorm up and closer to his chest before sitting down, cross-legged, and making noises of great discontentment.

"Well, it'd be nice not to have to keep replacing your fingers," Spin admits. He doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by the fact that Tarn called them 'lovers': it's not TRUE, per say, but he's not going to be the one to sit down and talk to Tarn about which kind of relationship they're in. The afthead thought he was banging Sixshot for some blinking reason.

"You're making a gun for Tarn," he points out to Brainstorm instead. "Even if he's not killing them, there's going to be some 'Bots who might try and off him. We don't even know if the beasty guy is an Autobot or not."