Mirage's tires twitched when Cliffjumper slammed down the cube; he'd been somewhat expecting an explosion from the smaller mech since they started all this, and when it didn't come it left him even more confused than he was before.

"Ask...what exactly? 'Do you have any concealed abilities that might hinder or harm you in the course of this Rite'?"

Mirage snorted.

"You should have been spotted and brought in. Most if not all usually were. They - we - tended to watch the religious events for just that purpose, when we could."

He shook his crested head, waving a hand in the red mini's direction.

"Sensitives are rare, Cliffjumper. Rare and too valuable to be 'wasted' doing menial, average work."