Thankfully, Mirage was no mind reader like Soundwave, and couldn't see or even guess at the direction of Cliffjumper's thoughts. Growling at the idea of being trapped behind enemy lines, while counterproductive to their current situation, was perfectly understandable.

"Well, it is usually my j-job to go behind enemy lines on purpose. So I am somewhat used to it - prepping for emergencies and unexpected surprises, that is."

Was he stuttering less from cold-tense joints? A little. His core temperature was still uncomfortably low - and his limbs even more so - but his jaw was close enough to Cliffjumper's warmth to talk more easily now.