After a few more moments of struggle, Mirage paused with a slump.

"...Yes. That might be. Helpful."

Silently, he slipped his arm around Cliffjumper's waist to his front, presenting the opened subspace pocket in his forearm. (Cliffjumper, should he delve inside, should fit it unexpectedly large for a simple arm-pocket.)

All said, much easier than trying to get into it himself, much to Mirage's dull annoyance.