"I don't know," Cliffjumper outright groaned, and loudly, hands still over his faceplates, "clearly this place is messin' with me."

That was the only explanation, because it wasn't like Mirage wasn't fragging capable of taking care of himself and would probably, in some weird, roundabout way, enjoy such an event. And he'd handle it far better than he would.

Peering up at Mirage across the room, without doing more than parting his fingers, Cliffjumper sighed.

"I'll pretend I got sick or something." Probably not, but he felt like he needed to say something.