Turning to look back up at Nautica in shock as she slides onto the berth next to him, Tarn catches sight of repairs made to her back. Despite himself a stab of rage tears through him. His hand comes up from the empty spot on his chest to reach out slowly.

"What happened to you back?" He asks, a thumb running gently over a fresh weld. "Who did this?" He will make them regret it.

Stopping himself, he shakes off the thought. Nautica is an Autobot. He was going to do the same thing before he thought that he had found use in her. And good conversation, he supposes.