"You better not. You're sitting on me, after all. I don't care of the organic bits are probably dead from the cold." Mirage sniffed, glaring at the back of Cliffjumper's head.

"...And keep talking like that and I'll sic Hound on you for a 'field trip'," he threatened with a snicker, only half teasingly.

Mirage really would encourage Hound to take Cliffjumper 'offroading', given enough incentive.