"Wh--- Mirage!" If he just disliked the mech, this would've been... bearable. Annoying and displeasing and frustrating, but bearable. He'd have insisted on squirming away if it was Sunstreaker, just on principle, however.

Maybe Tracks too.

But with Mirage? The urge - need - to move away had nothing to do with any dislike, and he squirmed, field twitchy. It was already obvious this would be the better option, though, if the slight increase in temperature where their frames were pressed together was anything to go by.

He - well, he'd be lying if he said he didn't actually want something like this, but it'd be better it it wasn't happening at all and slag all this.

"Rrrr--- Guh." Angrily ducking his helm and glad Mirage couldn't see his optics, he grabbed the parachute and shook it around until he had a corner of it.

"There."