Cliffjumper winced and quickly scrambled out of the way, suddenly feeling kind of bad that he'd slammed the mech's helm against the floor so many times. At the same time though... it might be wrong, but it'd felt... catharctic. Someone (but, obviously, the completly wrong one) to take things out on, however briefly.

::Sorry... I got a bit... uh, too enthusiastic, didn't I?:: Glancing behind him as he followed Optimus' movements to put the mech away, Cliffjumper grabbed the cubes he'd planned on taking from the beginning and walked bakc across the room, pausing by the doorway to let his bodyguard go first, peeking out around the open doorway to check, still.

It was empty, and the now-hidden-again door remained closed, and everthing, besides their own movements, was quiet.