Why would York possibly care if Tarn died or not? He turns his face away, staring down the long line of cots, all occupied by the sick.

Truth be told, death is preferable to being stuck in this body. He opens his mouth to tell York to leave, but the word refuses to leave his lips. Surely, there's still much he can learn about this base. Active sabotage of these organics is far better for the Decepticon cause than taking the cowards way out.

Sighing, Tarn lets his head fall back to the cushion. His eyes flick up to York.

"Do it then." His eyes flick up to York. "But first I want to know exactly what an IV is."