"You could get a magnetic holster," Mirage snipped back, before common sense took hold over his ire. Yelling in the corridor was a great way to end up slagged.

He still barely slowed down, just making sure to set a pace the stumpy minibot could match.

::This. Is an alternate way out. The front door is crowded with Decepticons, but if you want to chance it, you are welcome to do so.::