Tarn opens an optic peering over his treads at the intruder. Nautica? How the hell did she find him? The genuine concern in her voice as she sped over to him was certainly unexpected. Surely she had heard about Drift and Ratchet.

Still she is just as charming as ever. Tarn vaguely thinks that this sort of concern for his well being is a welcome change of pace. That is, until his eyes fall on her Autobrand and recent events come rushing back to mind.

"You should leave." He whispers, voice hoarse in comparison to his normal silky timbre