O "The chances of that are slim at best. I opened a channel earlier and there was some interference. Someone has probably tapped the area." He ducked down despite the sputter of objection from the hydraulics in his damaged leg, looking Cliffjumper's frame over, oblivious to his internal revelations.

"...We're lucky the second group of mechs wanted you alive. Come on. We need to leave while we can." He reached down, offering Cliffjumper a hand.

CJ: "... So it wasn't just me." He did have a high-secure comm. channel, but there'd been a tell-tale fizz of ghosting on that channel, so he hadn't dared do more than open and then close it, and that was back when his bodyguard had started to pull him through the angry crowd.

He'd kind of hoped that Optimus, logically having access to a few more specialized channels than him, would have had better look, but clearly not.

Cliffjumper stared at the offered hand, and while he took it, there was clear grumbling.

"I didn't just fall down, ya know. How's this gonna help me stand?" Despite this, CLiffjumper did try to stand up again, since he had some sort of support--- But no. His legs were quite unresponsive, even if there now, at least, was a status message on his HUD about the paralyzation wearing off in an estimated breem.