Cliffjumper's highly aware of the guns he still have in subspace; the ones Optimus told him to take care of. And the urge to take out the one that wasn't the stasis-shot gun was burning through his circuits.
He's not sure why he's so angry; sure, the implications and questions towards his bodyguard were unsettling and were pissing him off, but the mech was a full Escort caste, so it wasn't, exactly, surprising.
Not even in a place like this.
"Ah, I suppose not. Not yet, anyway. I... apologize. Sometimes my zeal for efficiency gets the better of me," Ratbat said with a smirk, and Cliffjumper's relieved - though he's not sure why, exactly - for Optimus' bulk beside him.
When the senator actually tilted his helm after that and then left, Cliffjumper was as surprised as relieved.
"I have no slaggin' idea what just happened, but good riddance," Cliffjumper muttered and grimaced into his glass, taking a sip from it. Well, except for the part where Ratbat had implied he should 'lend' him Optimus, and not for any bodyguard reasons.
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He's not sure why he's so angry; sure, the implications and questions towards his bodyguard were unsettling and were pissing him off, but the mech was a full Escort caste, so it wasn't, exactly, surprising.
Not even in a place like this.
"Ah, I suppose not. Not yet, anyway. I... apologize. Sometimes my zeal for efficiency gets the better of me," Ratbat said with a smirk, and Cliffjumper's relieved - though he's not sure why, exactly - for Optimus' bulk beside him.
When the senator actually tilted his helm after that and then left, Cliffjumper was as surprised as relieved.
"I have no slaggin' idea what just happened, but good riddance," Cliffjumper muttered and grimaced into his glass, taking a sip from it. Well, except for the part where Ratbat had implied he should 'lend' him Optimus, and not for any bodyguard reasons.