::Either works, I suppose.:: Shrugging, Cliffjumper followed after another moment of hesitation, though this time not because he was hesitating over the possibility of being mocked, but from the light winking over those silvered angles and half-loops.

Giving the glyphs all along the various edges and angles of Mirage's back a scowl, Cliffjumper lengthened his steps to catch up, keeping his half-empty cube with him.

He had no idea how to ask Mirage what he wanted to ask to get some proper comparison to what he'd experienced and if that was what should be or not. Perhaps he could just ask the mech to explain what he and whoever else was around would see?

Frowning as he walked slightly behind and to the side of Mirage, distantly annoyed by the way he had to walk faster because of Mirage's fragging long legs and stride, Cliffjumper slid his thumb along the rim of the cube as he thought.

Might work.

He also had to try not to glance up and aside too often, because he really didn't want anyone, even less Mirage himself to catch on to the glances he was throwing at his backside.

And not because of the glyphs, even if they did add a lght-catching distracting pattern. No, it was just because of the way he walked.