He's right, this common space isn't particularly private. Tarn glances around trying to determine the most secluded and comfortable place to go about this.

Just as he is about to suggest his own meager temporary quarters he actually looks at Sixshot's plating. He thought it looked more dull than usual but had brushed it off as his own depression coloring his perception. It isn't until his hand wipes away some of the grime that Tarn realizes that Sixshot is actually just covered in dirt and mud.

"Spinister has recently built a shower. The space is relatively small but it is private and it seems you could use a bit of a wash." The tiniest hint of a smile edges it's way back into his voice as he swipes a finger through the layer of dirt.