Tarn sits down in the dust, completely overwhelmed. Everything that has happened over the past few weeks hitting him at once. He tries to tamp it down, embarrassment burning in his tanks. He knows he's acting ridiculous.
"I'm sorry, alright? I honestly thought you were an Autobot. You wouldn't believe how few Decepticons there are here..."
Re: stands all handsomely against the backdrop of destruction
"I'm sorry, alright? I honestly thought you were an Autobot. You wouldn't believe how few Decepticons there are here..."