Crouching in the shadow of a respectably-sized outcropping (a larger mech wouldn't be able to use it as effectively as he), field pulled as tight as he could around him, Cliffjumper frowned, faceplate nearly ending up in a scrunch.
He couldn't see what Mirage was doing, precisely, but the fact that he was doing something with tools, just screamed suspicious. Sure, he hadn't precisely thought the noble - former or not - would do anything to compromise them, despite his less than enthusiastic participation, but what else was he seeing?
What had the 'Cons promised him? Or had he always...
Shaking his helm to get rid of that, both because maybe that was getting slightly ahead of himself and it sort of made him angrier than the other two situations he'd been so sure at, Cliffjumper pinged Red Alert.
::Cliffjumper?::
::Mirage ain't got any reason to be out here by my position, does he?::
There was a pause, probably Red weighing his natural hair-trigger paranoia and his duty against probability before he answered.
::... No. But Cliffjumper, we don't forbid anyone to wander around the mountain outside of patrol. Even if we perhaps should... Prime would never agree---:: One could nearly hear Red's frown, and Cliffjumper huffed loudly over the comm, frustrated.
::Well, he's got tools, okay, and he ain't fraggin' carving a smeltin' statue with 'em!:: Cutting the call, Cliffjumper stood up and only barely managed to keep his urge to pull out a weapon contained.
"What the slag are you doing?" Suspicion cranked to the max while trying to ignore the warring I-knew-it and why-him feelings? Definitely.
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Date: 2013-11-13 12:06 pm (UTC)He couldn't see what Mirage was doing, precisely, but the fact that he was doing something with tools, just screamed suspicious. Sure, he hadn't precisely thought the noble - former or not - would do anything to compromise them, despite his less than enthusiastic participation, but what else was he seeing?
What had the 'Cons promised him? Or had he always...
Shaking his helm to get rid of that, both because maybe that was getting slightly ahead of himself and it sort of made him angrier than the other two situations he'd been so sure at, Cliffjumper pinged Red Alert.
::Cliffjumper?::
::Mirage ain't got any reason to be out here by my position, does he?::
There was a pause, probably Red weighing his natural hair-trigger paranoia and his duty against probability before he answered.
::... No. But Cliffjumper, we don't forbid anyone to wander around the mountain outside of patrol. Even if we perhaps should... Prime would never agree---:: One could nearly hear Red's frown, and Cliffjumper huffed loudly over the comm, frustrated.
::Well, he's got tools, okay, and he ain't fraggin' carving a smeltin' statue with 'em!:: Cutting the call, Cliffjumper stood up and only barely managed to keep his urge to pull out a weapon contained.
"What the slag are you doing?" Suspicion cranked to the max while trying to ignore the warring I-knew-it and why-him feelings? Definitely.