He might have straightened up slightly at the praise; he technically knew that was the correct reaction, since what little self-defense he did know relied on acting and reacting, if only to run away or get out of the way promptly so others could help.

::I guess so, yeah. How long... do ya think it'll take before they... or Ratbat, realizes the guard an' the hacker ain't as they should be?:: Cliffjumper tossed another glance behind them just as he rounded the corner following Optimus signal that it was clear to continue, and then it he was hard pressed not to just take off at a run towards that sign and the stairs nearby.

Since, just because they hit the stairs wouldn't mean they were close to getting out yet, or that it would be easy once they got into them. Especially as they did come up closer to the door, there was a clear, and active, doorlock pad to the side.

Hard to say if the door was actively locked from this distance, however.

::... Aw, slag. C'mon! What's the odds it is locked?:: Cliffjumper grumbled, glaring at the glowing lights a distance away. Logically, it wouldn't probably be too strictly locked, but still.

He wanted out of here, and he wanted out of here now. Because Rabat had a chance to catch up to him and would...