Glaring, Cliffjumper had stopped a few steps inside the door, crossing his arms. He should probably have expected Tracks to be here - when he thought about it, it was obvious Mirage wouldn't be able to do what he'd caught a glimpse of before alone.

He'd need help and for whatever reason he'd chosen the insufferable, gold-plated glitch that Tracks was for this.

"And I'd rather prefer y---" Swallowing the rest of the insult as Mirage whirled so he could stare at them both, Cliffjumper growled and gave Tracks a last glare before he glanced around the room. He had no idea where would be best, since at least he wasn't supposed to do anything but watch.

... But even that simple thought made something turn over within, between spark chamber and fuel processing system.

"So, uh. Where am I supposed to... er. Be?" He did not want to be here, and despite the rather soothing lighting the room was swathed in from the running lights and the energon, Cliffjumper felt twitchy.

Hopefully neither of them, but especially Tracks, wouldn't notice.