Tarn tries not to flinch at the unexpected contact as Zarya claps him on the back.
"That has yet to be determined. We'll see what adverse effects spring up from this little adventure."
His wet shirt clings to his body, making it difficult to get the instantaneous satisfaction of warmth that he craves. So he does as any logical human would do: he takes off his shirt and scoots closer to the fire. Tarn glances over at Zarya and where she's settled down nearby.
"And what do I call the human who came to my rescue?"
He doesn't sound particularly pleased by the admission of weakness, but it's something that he must own up to.
no subject
"That has yet to be determined. We'll see what adverse effects spring up from this little adventure."
His wet shirt clings to his body, making it difficult to get the instantaneous satisfaction of warmth that he craves. So he does as any logical human would do: he takes off his shirt and scoots closer to the fire. Tarn glances over at Zarya and where she's settled down nearby.
"And what do I call the human who came to my rescue?"
He doesn't sound particularly pleased by the admission of weakness, but it's something that he must own up to.