Cliffjumper made a noise like a broken tea kettle humans used and made a rude gesture at Tracks behind Ratchet's back (not that the noise was particularly polite either).

"And I happen to know that temple's had medics on hand for procedures and rites like this, so whether you know how it's supposed to go or not, it's about safety! And you, be quiet." Ratchet snapped, first at Mirage and then at Tracks, Cliffjumper mostly ignoring the by-play.

What he wanted to do was to go and hide somewhere.

"I can walk and if ya really have to check me over, I can go wait in the med bay---"

"You stay right where you are, Cliffjumper." Ratchet didn't even bother to turn around to wave his hand - and the tool in it - at him, just briefly lifted it away from Tracks' knee joint. "It might be superficial, but that doesn't mean it didn't effect something."

Muttering, Cliffjumper slumped down in his seat again and glared at the ground. He hated this and he just wanted everything to just go away but ignoring it wouldn't really solve anything.

Glancing up to sneak a narrow stare at Mirage, Cliffjumper pressed his lips together. Mirage would probably not listen, or, worse just toss it back in his faceplate or something considering what had happened so far, but at least he'd done it then...

::... Mirage.:: It still took a great long moment before he so much as opened the channel, and yet some more time before he pinged the mech.