Clasping his hands neatly in front of him, Tarn flawlessly mimics a sweet smile.

"I'm simply going for a walk. Getting some fresh air and a change of scenery is good for the mind." The smile doesn't fade, seeming grossly out of place against his true nature

"Now let me guess," Tarn taps a finger on his chin, ruby eyes boring directly into Wash's, burning with intensity. "You've been talking to Ratchet, haven't you?"