In those moments of silence, Cliffjumper had loosened up, started fingering his gun and then slowly started to pick it apart. They had around half a joor, at least, stuck here, and he was pretty sure the stress he'd put on his still-repairing hand wouldn't be too much strain for him not to be able to fake in front of the medics.

Hopefully, anyway.

"Uh---" Freezing over his gun, Cliffjumper grimaced and didn't look up from it. "It ain't claustrophobia, so I suppose it could be worse," Cliffjumper said with a growl, frustrated at himself... but unable not to feel uncomfortable.

At least the floor wasn't see-through or anything like that.