Tarn looks in Sixshot's general direction, smirking slightly as Phase Sixer nudges the high grade toward him. His gaze has lifted from the ground to level with the Purple badge on Sixshot's chest before flitting away again.

"Where did you find this?"

Tarn takes the offered cube, holding it between his hands. It has weeks since he has had good Engex. There is only so long a mech can drink the sort of swill the Spinister cooked up without feeling a little bit depressed.