Slumped dejectedly against one of the side walls of the bay is a pile of grey spare parts, no, wait a second it just shifted slightly, on closer inspection it is in fact Dreadwind probably best to be on your way he may notice you lingering and start talking. Tantrum flies in from outside, head and shoulders still covered with a bit of snow. "I don't like this region. Snow is too soft...it piles up, but if you hit it, pshaw! It's like punching through water!" He snorts loudly. "I'm just glad there's no snow on Cybertron!" Tantrum stomps off towards the innards of the ship.