Tarn lets out of soft 'oof' as Ratchet knees him in the stomach, pushing with all his strength. Unfortunately for him, Tarn outweighs the medic significantly. He continues to squeeze the hand harder even as he struggles to keep atop Ratchet, feeling some of the joints start popping ominously.

"Just save yourself the pain and tell me where the fragging t-cog is. I will leave without so much as a look back." Tarn growls lowly; only a slight wheeze to it from the pressure being applied to his stomach.