Making a sharp, rude gesture in Tracks' direction, Cliffjumper whirled to face Mirage again, his field skipping between being kept close and flaring out in jagged, uneven bursts.

"And how was I supposed to know that, huh!? If it hadn't been one of your stupid, slagging... things, would ya rather I'd have just turned around and left?" Cliffjumper snarled, mind briefly tangling with the word 'sadomasochistic' and he had the feeling he'd need to look that up.

Somehow.

Here and now, however, he was nearly vibrating with frustration, sheer angry stubbornness making sure he didn't feel the sting of embarrassment over having come to wrong conclusions again.