Mirage sputtered with laughter after he ended the call; Cliffjumper's paranoia was occasionally amusing.

"The shopping district-" he chuckled to himself, wondering what the minibot might actually end up buying for himself- if he bought anything at all. He hoped Cliffjumper actually found something he liked, rather than coming back with only complaints about how 'materialistic' the Paradronians were or something.

He spent the rest of the time Cliffjumper was away chatting up other ambassadors and reassuring the guards that no, Cliffjumper did not need to be tracked and brought back. Really.

Please don't.