"Exactly." He finished off the cube in record time, drinking it straight down so he would still have time to go at his frame with a towel, wiping up the last of the mess before tossing it aside. His rifle-check was quick and smooth, long habit making it take barely more time that it had for him to drink down the cube. Cliffjumper could take his time, but he couldn't be responsible for making them late.

"I'll keep you safe and well, whether you like it or not!" He laughed, reaching out to brush the back of Cliffjumper's helm with teasing affection. The little mech seemed like the type to enjoy it, at least.