If he could manage to tune in to one of the Autobot ones, he'd probably recognise the coded but not actually encrypted short-pulse message that was being transmitted - extraction.

Rescue was, conveniently enough, happening right then.

Staggering from the fist Drag Strip smashed down on his helm with a grin, Cliffjumper scowled through static snow both in his audio receptors and optics and simply lunged at the mech.

Something that wasn't exactly as effective as it would have been on land, but neither did Drag Strip get the chance to completely dodge... of course, getting that close wasn't a very good idea, so it was probably a good thing Jazz was close enough to extricate him from what might have turned into a more unpleasant situation.

Even if Cliffjumper wasn't pleased at all.