Truth be told, Tarn doesn't know that many secret Cetagandan plans. Nervousness flits over his face as the knife turns, leaving a shallow cut as it digs into his skin. Millennia of wearing a mask over his face has left his rather open with his expressions. He'll need to try harder keep his true feelings from broadcasting for all to see on his face. But, it will take time and practice. Something Tarn doesn't have the luxury of right now.

His eyes widen slightly as he tries to shift away from the blade. Curse this delicate organic body...

"Not interested are you? I'm afraid I don't know much. You have your precious princess back, so anything that I could share on that topic is useless now. All I really know is what I've heard rumor of around the base. Progress on the Star Gate, Shady Cetagandan biogenetics..."

Tarn's mouth twitches into a frown. How is he going to get out of this?

"But, I could perhaps be convinced to find more information for you."