The most unsettling thing was that it was familiar; one of Mirage's lounges looked a lot like this, except a lot more... toned-down, and he usually held game nights in it instead of... all the things that probably had been going on here.

"I s'pose. But even the femme would be in the way if we meet anyone." Which Cliffjumper couldn't see that they wouldn't do, no matter the fact that the lounge was empty.

"Shouldn't be, right? I mean, everybody's got preferences, but Ratbat's..." Cliffjumper trailed off, scowling and hoped no one else had actually been... stuck down here. But the abandoned collar and chain seemed to imply something else.

"Yeah... Wonder if there's actually gonna be any stairs from up here. That's the elevator." Cliffjumper pointed with his borrowed gun across the lounge, to an area with a tasteful arrangement of crystals and a wire-mesh drapery falling a bit in front of the wall... a space enough to tastefully hide an elevator and allowing a 'discreet' or 'flashy' entrance or exit.

"If this place got any service corridors, probably gonna be harder to find." Cliffjumper frowned as he looked around the room, following close behind Optimus; more unsettled by this - piling onto earlier upset - than he wanted to admit.