"They'd probably be really fraggin' offended too." Ducking his helm, Cliffjumper hoped his snort and smirk distracted from the slight flare of his optics. This was a terrible situation, and not just because he felt uncomfortable - and foolish, because he'd never had issues with elevators before, but then, he hadn't been stuck in an unmoving one before either - but because of this.

The talk in the washracks hadn't been particularly relaxed, even if it had been a chance to just talk to the mech... This, though, was simply radically different. No pressure, no direct annoyance or antagonism between them. He was seeing far more of Mirage than he ever had, and Cliffjumper was starting to wish he hadn't, because like slag did he need more reasons to like an impossible crush.

... Not that he was regretting this, however, since even if nothing ever happened, it was kind of nice to get to know Mirage a bit better.

"I can hardly wait," Cliffjumper said sarcastically. Not that he didn't want to be out of here, but climbing an elevator shaft wasn't something he particularly wanted to do.

Then he shifted again and glanced at the floor, because then again, the elevator shaft and being moving might be preferable to this.