"They use the stuff to keep a lot of prisoners weak on the penal colonies. Cheaper than energon."

Strange that Tarn would not have heard of it. Then again, Sixshot hadn't heard of it either up until he'd asked a warden about it during a layover in one such colony. The smell had stuck in his mind.

There was a series of 'POPS' from above their heads. The Sixer blinks up at the ceiling before reaching out to try and take one of Tarn's arms and calmly escort him out.

"We should probably leave," he says. Honestly, a collapsed building wouldn't kill either of them, but digging out of it would be a bit of a pain.