Cliffjumper's body language - what little of it Mirage could feel, through the numbing cold - was worrisome.

Tensing and relaxing and shivering; and he certainly wasn't sure what to make of those field fluctuations, either.

"My armor may be thinner than yours, but burning energy to keep warm is something w-we're going to need to do. Even if I might not retain it as well."

Mirage sighed, already too tired to argue. Maybe Cliffjumper really did just have some sort of deep-seated beliefs about touching and contact? Who could tell.

At least he was revving his engine up. Mirage sighed again, this time a sound closer to a moan as a little heat finally began to seep back into his frame.