Next to Byerly Tarn is sitting primly, ankles crossed and back straight. His slips a glances at the shamefully slouched frame in the chair next to him. This is an interrogation, not a pleasure cruise. If he were a member of Tarn's own team he would certainly receive a correction for such behavior.
Tarn hardly looks at the Hypospray, instead taking the time to concentrate on Sonia. He's seen that look on prisoners before. It's the look of someone who knows that they are utterly and severely boned.
His gaze darts back to Byerly before he looks up at the ghem-Major, red eyes bright and intense. The mention of a euphoric side effect seems to have captured Tarn's begrudging attention.
"Harmless, perhaps, but it certainly seems powerful. I've never heard of such a substance." On Cybertron the preferred method of getting information was a mnemosurgeon simply plucking the information from a brain module. There was no need for drugs.
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Tarn hardly looks at the Hypospray, instead taking the time to concentrate on Sonia. He's seen that look on prisoners before. It's the look of someone who knows that they are utterly and severely boned.
His gaze darts back to Byerly before he looks up at the ghem-Major, red eyes bright and intense. The mention of a euphoric side effect seems to have captured Tarn's begrudging attention.
"Harmless, perhaps, but it certainly seems powerful. I've never heard of such a substance." On Cybertron the preferred method of getting information was a mnemosurgeon simply plucking the information from a brain module. There was no need for drugs.