Normally Mirage's wriggling would've annoyed him - or made him flustered. At the moment it sort of hovered between sluggish indifference and concern. Cliffjumper felt slow, and he knew, in a distant sort of way, that that wasn't a good thing, but focusing wasn't happening.

Instead he sat there, helm slightly tilted, and felt Mirage move around. It still took him a bit to come to the thought that might be useful.

"Want me to try and get it?" It, he was pretty sure, would be the energon ratings - since he'd suggested that to Mirage earlier.

He was pretty sure, anyway.