"No." Expression closing off into narrow stubbornness, Cliffjumper just stared at the table. "I wasn't even gonna ask you, and I ain't gonna go ask Prime, 'cause Mirage said I could check with you two if I didn't believe him that there weren't any other ways than the fraggin' priest way."

Engine growling, Cliffjumper considered the merits of just stomping out of here, because clearly this had just... been useless.

"So there ain't any slaggin' point in askin' anyone else, 'cause the stuck-up elitists already got all the knowledge so I don't see what else I can fraggin' do!"

Optics widening in a brief flicker, Cliffjumper was both embarrassed and surprised at the faint static that accompanied the words. Not even proper angry static, just... upset static and that wasn't something he'd wanted to hear. Even less with someone else in the room to also hear it.

"What the frag ever. Sorry for wastin' your time," Cliffjumper muttered and jumped out of the chair, giving Ratchet a grimace that could have been a smile if it'd been more relaxed, but he avoided the medic's optics as he went for the door.

No use staying, right?