"How the frag do you stand it?" Cliffjumper just didn't get it. Sure, he realised on some level that spies and such were necessary, but how did they not... get too deep in, anything?

It just brought up a growling bit of wary suspicion - what if they'd been compromised, what if they were just spying for the other side - even if it could just as well be 'how the slag do they stand seeing all that they do without breaking?'

Digging his bumper into the frozen ground, Cliffjumper scrunched up his nasal ridge in a frown, partly just to see if he still could with how cold it was. At least he could still... partly... feel it. A lot of the sensors there had gone into very low activity.