Tarn presses a bit closer when he feels Sixshot try to minimize his contact. It doesn’t really matter if he is getting dirt on himself, he will be washing it away soon enough.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sixshot. I can handle a bit of dirt on my plating.” He gently steers the Phase Sixer to a side room. “I don’t think I’ve seen him do much else other than work on the shower since you dropped that tank off. I guess his priorities have to be somewhere. “

Opening the heavy steal door Tarn reveals a relatively well assembled wash rack, complete with overhanging shower head. Given the lack of supplies Spinister had to work with Tarn couldn’t help but be impressed with what he managed to cobble together.

Tarn lets go of Sixshot, taking a few steps into the room before stopping to look over his shoulder to ensure that he was following