"Cliffjumper."

Mirage said in pointed greeting, narrowly dipping his head. The steam was thick, air scented with the tang of hot oil and chemical wash, but Cliffjumper's entrance momentarily cleared the room to see more clearly.

"We are here for you to make amends, if you recall correctly."

He rose up, long legs unfolding from his meditative pose on the edge of the bath. He motioned Cliffjumper further inside.

"So come closer, so we can get started."