Huffing, Cliffjumper didn't respond, just curled up again. He did make sure the emergency and mission frequencies were clear and prioritised as he settled down, squirming in his seat and fingering the gun.
He was sitting. On Mirage's lap. That had been a fleeting thought once or twice, but he'd pushed those away quickly, and at the moment not even the uncomfortable cold could really diminish the embarrassing pleasure he was sneaking out of this.
Then he frowned, rubbing a thumb down the side of the gun as he thought.
"That's just for one p-person, right? I can s-see you h-havin' rations and s-slag, but they ain't gonna las-st that long with both of us, are they? Mine's j-just... uh, good enough for one refuellin'." He didn't really prioritise that unless explicitely told when the mission ran a high risk of going badly, or separation from backup/base was a possibility counted into mission parameters.
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He was sitting. On Mirage's lap. That had been a fleeting thought once or twice, but he'd pushed those away quickly, and at the moment not even the uncomfortable cold could really diminish the embarrassing pleasure he was sneaking out of this.
Then he frowned, rubbing a thumb down the side of the gun as he thought.
"That's just for one p-person, right? I can s-see you h-havin' rations and s-slag, but they ain't gonna las-st that long with both of us, are they? Mine's j-just... uh, good enough for one refuellin'." He didn't really prioritise that unless explicitely told when the mission ran a high risk of going badly, or separation from backup/base was a possibility counted into mission parameters.