'An honour'. Cliffjumper could barely keep from rolling his optics. Was Mirage doing the necessary 'diplomatic' slagdripping, or did he actually know who this Highvolt was? Cliffjumper wasn't sure - either was probable, since if Highvolt was important enough she'd probably have been at least present and introduced, probably after he'd left.

"Tomorrow evening, honoured."

Cliffjumper had a feeling that that was a barely polite stretch of time to extend an invitation, probably too close to the event. But there was probably one million different reasons for why said invitation had been given now and not a little earlier, somehow.

Still, Cliffjumper glanced to Mirage to try and gauge his reaction, even if the mech was good at controlling himself when he really had to.