Was there? Tarn hadn't seen it. It suddenly occurs to him that maybe he had and simply has forgotten. Was that a symptom of hypothermia? He can't recall...

He nods, not wanting to seem like a complete imbecile. This position is foreign to him. Tarn prides himself in being something an intelligent and well read person. But now, with everything so new and different, he hasn't the slightest clue what to do with anything. Tarn knows how to be a Decepticon but he has no idea how to be a human.

Its frankly embarrassing. Slowly a sort of flush comes over his cheeks and he fights to keep his body from nervously fidgeting.