Indeed it would. It even had interface, but considering the amount of time Optimus had spent on... initiating... Cliffjumper into it, that part would have to be cut short. And few didn't like a smaller and/or more delicate Cybertronian being daringly rescued.

::Wha---Augh!:: He had been holding on, but clearly not with a good enough grip, so Cliffjumper flailed a bit as one hand slipped and he slammed into the side of the trailer, swearing as he regained his grip.

And completely forgot his surprised embarrassment over Optimus' off-hand comment to his earlier outburst.

::An' I don't wanna be a downer, but that suddenly sounds really far away despite our new help.:: He grumbled, frame tense as he stared at the monitors, where a trine of Tower guards swooped down low to keep the Seeker who both OPtimus and the guards had chased off the roof of the trailer busy.

Cliffjumper tensed as something else slammed first against the side of the trailer, and then the roof of it. The second racer - a dark green and white femme - had literally jumped, transformed mid-air, whacked against the side, and then scrambled up the side to get onto the room, back towards the end where she would be able to get at the trailer's doors.

::... Slag.::

Apparently not even the fact that there only was three blocks to the courthouse would stop them.