Tarn looks down, and then he just keeps looking down further until he sees this small wet thing near one foot.

Abruptly crouching down, the pistons of his joints are so powerful they buffet Crow with a stiff breeze, as X+ tons of heavy metal machinery suddenly displaces.

Funny; up close Tarn isn't so much less threatening as he is just more in your face. And then fingers are in your face too as two large digits delicately close around Crow's body, and the little robot is brought up, up, up some more til he's eye-level.

And my what a big, beautiful, crimson eye it is. They probably make lipstick in this shade.