Poor you, Tarn. He might have more sympathy if he didn't know what sort of person you are. Giant synthetic life-form you are. Giant thirty-foot tank you are. He listens readily enough, though, picks at it for information, the haut woman, Diya, but no, Sei, this is Sei's project now. Refusing to let Tarn in on gene therapy? Interesting, he'd thought they would be clamoring for test subjects. Maybe Sei isn't quite as reckless as Diya, with her experiments with the ba. He manages to seem like this is all relatively new and uninteresting information to him, though, narrowing in mostly on the fact that Tarn is still, well. Standing in front of him.

He has no real sympathy.

"Plenty of fresh air to be had around the mountains," he says, a little pointedly. "Don't see why you need to come here in specific."