"As you---like," the femme grunted as she was kicked again, but didn't seem inclined to do much to actually physically harm Cliffjumper, though there was a twitch and a slight hitch of vents as she simply retaliated from the inside.

Cliffjumper didn't like this; he knew logically that even if she managed to stop him from actively working against her, his firewalls should (would) hold for longer than that. She had, after all, given joors as the time frame.

Not breems, not even just one joor, but more than that. There was time. That still didn't stop him from feeling the slow creep of panic, and the corresponding attempts of locking out that emotional output to optimize performance in this pressed situation.

... And failing, as the hacker, while she didn't manage to lock him out of defending himself, managed to stop the lockdown, which meant Cliffjumper was certainly doing worse than earlier in the additional defenses he tried to put up in addition to the firewalls.

"That all y'gonna do?" The guard, apparently bored with just looking at the downed bodyguard, looked up at the femme where she was crouched over the minibot. She huffed and didn't bother to look over her shoulder to sneer at the guard.

"You have no idea how much I am doing right now, so perhaps you should just do your work as I do mine."