"... What?" Stopping - even if he was already far behind - at the question, Cliffjumper huffed as he looked up at Mirage and then stomped up to him.

"I'm f-fine. Just go," Cliffjumper snapped and tried to pretend his vocaliser hadn't frozen up for a moment. Pulling the parachute further around himself, both to try and shield from the wind and, sort of, to hide himself from the inquiry. He wasn't actually fine of course, but admitting it, no matter how obvious it was wasn't something he was going to do.

Not because it was Mirage - Cliffjumper was just stubborn.

... And a little, maybe, because he wouldn't want Mirage to think less of him than he might already do.