Riptide.

[Tarn purrs his name, ignoring the bits of light beginning to stream from his optics.]


Wonderful. Obviously you know who I am, so there's really no need for introductions.

[Tarn takes a seat next to him, slinging an arm across the poor mech's shoulders to keep him from running.]

Now, Riptide. [His tone is downright affable.] Surely telling me what I need to know would be the most innocuous solution, wouldn't you say?