Tarn remains silent as Nautica's hand rests on his arm, in a strangely gentle caress. He can't help the slight jerk that his arm automatically does in reaction.

"I promise you, Nautica, you don't want to be around me right now." He sighs turning his face away and digging his hand more firmly over the spot that his badge once rested. "I'm afraid I will be poor company at the moment."