[Starscream. Great, exactly the voice he wanted to hear right now.]

What an unfortunate surprise. [the words are clipped and terse betraying his already sour mood.] "Suck up points", as you've so eloquently phrased it, have nothing to do with it.

[Tarn doesn't even do the service of looking up. Instead he continues to stare morosely out the window at the stars.]

Now, unless you have something actually productive to tell me, perhaps you should leave. I have more important things to worry about than your petty words.