"Tarn," Spinister says warily, watching the weird red guy approach, his rotor blade spinning up in agitation. He didn't like the looks of any of this and he didn't like that the stranger was getting nearer and he really didn't like the sound of this sample site weirdness.

What are the samples for? Was he some kind of scientist dude? Spinister didn't really like scientist dudes. They were always up to some weird, skeevy scrap that usually ends up with a couple people dead.

A fate he's trying very hard to prevent right now, but Tarn seems content on being a bent exhaust pipe. Eventually, the heli gives up trying to tug Tarn along and just dangles from the bigger mech's arm like a weird, giant, spacerobot limpet.

"Uuuuuugggggghh."