Tarn hates this. Every minute of it. His human form is clumsy and inefficient, he doesn't understand the purpose of half of these strange organic functions, and having to interact with fleshlings on a constant basis is driving him frankly insane.

In fact, it's that last issue that he's actively trying to avoid. Tarn struck out on his own to find a quiet corner of the Cetagandan base where no one would bother him. Some place where he could begin even wrapping his mind around what is happening and how he can escape.

Tarn startles when a door opens to reveal one of the natives. The forced pleasantries are expected at this point and he can't help but stare directly into her eyes, daring her to move closer.

"No. I'm simply looking for a bit of privacy. Though it doesn't seem like that is something that exists here."