Tarn is a social mech. Unlike most Decepticons he is used to a sort of team environment. Leaning against the doorway he stops, venting a huff. The effort of just getting off the berth and walking down the hall was embarrassingly draining on his body. He covers his exhaustion seamlessly.

"Oh, nothing important. I admit i have been finding myself going somewhat stir crazy. One can only lay flat for so many consecutive hours without needing to get up and move." Nodding to the work bench Tarn regards the tangle of wires curiously. "What are you constructing?"