Cliffjumper was relieved he was turned away and Mirage couldn't see him squint and look away at that stupid fragging chuckle because it went right down and in and usually it wouldn't quite affect him, but the situation and the earlier topics had Cliffjumper unsettled.

With a huff at Mirage's declaration of his not-quite-done-yet state, Cliffjumper grimaced and watched Mirage wander over to the shower from under the edge of his helm, annoyance, frustration and a slight flicker somewhere around his spark chamber mingling together.

"Yeah, as if that's the easiest thing to reach..." It was more of a grumble because it wasn't as if he wanted (yes he did) to let Mirage close enough to helm him, so he ducked under the liquid again just to get some assistance to where he couldn't quite reach.

"This fraggin' well better be enough," Cliffjumper snapped as he burst up again and got up from the pool, and twisted around to help the liquid pour off. The slight movement of air from the vents trailed over his plating and made him shift, uncomfortably aware of it - it really was a lot more sensitive than after a normal scouring bath or shower.