Four more were hit and fell as Cliffjumper widened the area he was spraying with laser fire a bit wider in silent obedience to the suggestion. While he was pleased with those four... and then a fifth fell, this time visibly - as Cliffjumper had hit the cloaking device - falling past them, hitting a rail, bouncing off and then fell on the stairs a flight below, rolling down with a mighty clatter before coming to a stop on the half-flight.

::I don't get it! What's the point?! They're just kinda... followin' us?:: Cliffjumper hissed, aggravated, which was starting to show in the way he was shooting; it got a lot more erratic, the area widening, shots leaving blackened stains on walls or the steps behind Optimus.

Shifting slightly where he was slung over his body-guard's shoulder, Cliffjumper briefly - even with the annoyance and the situation in general - was both surprised and slightly embarrassed at how easily he was accepting this position; usually he would have protested it no matter that they were fleeing for their lives (literally, in more than one way).