Grabbing ahold of the opposite shoulder than the one he was hanging off, Cliffjumper hauled himself up and around, staring to take out any camera he could see in front of them instead of picking off them as they went past.

::Ah, slag... That's really far up still---:: Cliffjumper had also caught sight of the floor number, but broke off as everything... quieted. The only noise was that of Optimus' running leaps and landings. No more running above them.

::Uh, Optimus... any way to tell where they are when they've made themselves go quiet? An' when can we expect them to start comin' from below us?:: Cliffjumper gripped gun more firmly, peering up in the darkness above them.