Cliffjumper grumbled to himself at Mirage's tone - he was absolutely expecting the glitch (and here he'd worried) to continue to poke at it while they slowly started to retreat back to their not-quite-submarine shuttle.

Which was definitely why Cliffjumper let out a harsh not-word that would have been an irate protest of some sort, but instead fizzled into stunned silence at the... gratitude.

Concentration lost for a moment, Cliffjumper stumbled the next step but caught his footing as the water helped as much as it hindered.

::Uh... well, er. You're welcome?:: Cliffjumper was relieved no one was likely looking at him considering what they were all trying to do and go, but he ducked his helm on reflex anyway, to hide the little flustered flare of his optics.

::Not like I'm the only one...:: Cliffjumper finally said, muttering over the comm with a shake of his helm. Even if Mirage wouldn't see that.