"Not that there's anythin' to s-spend it on," Cliffjumper said with a snort, amused despite himself. Differences in pay grade or not, they were all, theoretically at least, amassing quite a bit of credits.

Not that they were, at present, able to be paid, or, indeed, have anything to spend it on. But, in theory it was there.

"Not sure i-if that's better or wo-orse, though." Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper relaxed - and then sat up straighter again, engine rumbling in embarrassment at having leaned back against Mirage.

Why couldn't it have been Bee he'd have been stuck here with, or something?! Far less conflict and being flustered that way, slag it all.