Rampage presses against a wall perpendicular to Tarn's current backstreet, out of sight. One large hand clutches his face and his beast mode legs tremble with suppressed laughter. What graceful flailing!

But is that relief he's feeling? They can't have that! Here's a nice bit of metal wall... He presses his fingers into it and drags them down with a long, loud squeal that echoes eerily through the empty streets.

Then he retreats around a corner, as quickly and carefully as he can in case Tarn pinpoints the sound.