"Probably," he tried to sound flippant about it, but feeling Mirage's optics on him didn't really help with that.
Mirage's question didn't either, and there was no way to hide that twitch - even in the gloom of headlights-lit elevator it wouldn't have been impossible to pick up on. Growling, engine rumbling along, Cliffjumper tapped his gun against a knee.
It still took a good few long moments before he said anything.
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Date: 2014-06-12 09:05 pm (UTC)Mirage's question didn't either, and there was no way to hide that twitch - even in the gloom of headlights-lit elevator it wouldn't have been impossible to pick up on. Growling, engine rumbling along, Cliffjumper tapped his gun against a knee.
It still took a good few long moments before he said anything.
"... yeah. Off the ground and slag."