His touch turns protective as he clutches at his hair. Tarn doesn't want to lose something that will help keep him warm. After all he needs all the help he can get if he's to overcome this hypothermia. His fuel pump begins clenching anxiously. Tarn wonders if it's already begun to shut down.

"What do you mean you can't remember? You're a medic aren't you?"

He hauls himself up on shaky legs. He needs to find warm shelter and a fire to dry himself by. Perhaps then he can begin to reverse the process.