"Gah!" Jerking, Cliffjumper twisted around in his seat and stared at Mirage before he shook his helm, looking away with a blush.

"Dunno," Cliffjumper muttered with a scowl, crossing his arms over his chestplating as he settled back properly in his seat again.

"Don't get how I'm supposed to relax with all that noise goin' on." Not just his frame in general, but his spark too - he could swear he could almost pick up the colour of it, like he'd seen those strands of light during Mirage's ritual, but that was just strange, since it was still in him.

This was annoying and odd and he wasn't sure if he wanted to try again.