Waiting for Mirage to think things over was slow torture. Both because he was worried and because his slow processing seemed to affect his sense of time, despite the chronometer right there in the corner of his HUD, was pointing out how much time was passing.

"... Great. I think you should... uh... burn more fuel? So you gotta down some of that energon," Cliffjumper said, squinting at the tarp of the parachute fluttering in the doorway.

It was frustrating how long it took to think.

He also hoped Mirage stopped giggling, because while it sounded nice, it also... was all wrong.