"What the frag does it---" Whirling around as he met the wall again, Cliffjumper snapped and then cut himself off, catching the pained tension in Mirage's expression and stilled.

"... Suppose not."

Engine grumbling along with the annoyed mutter from the mini, Cliffjumper hesitated before he stomped across the elevator one more time and then sunk back down in his previous spot. He still felt really, fragging embarrassed at having slipped up, but he couldn't really sit on the other side of the elevator and not give Mirage a faceful of bright light from his headlights, so sitting beside him it was.

Besides, Mirage had... it appeared, only picked up on the sincerity in relation to the compliment, not the underlying reason for the sincerity. That... worked. That was good and he didn't need to feel embarrassed anymore.

Because really, anyone who couldn't tell Mirage was stunning was just dead. He could even admit Sunstreaker and Tracks were attractive, but he wouldn't compliment them on that.

"Just too little fraggin' space in here." Which wasn't the real issue with this elevator, but the longer they were in here, the more aware he got of the fact that they were hanging suspended in the elevator shaft.