Frowning at Mirage, Cliffjumper felt as if he knew more than he was saying.

"Yeah, I guess..." pausing, almost about to leave it at that, Cliffjumper's optics narrowed, "did you do somethin'?"

Because otherwise why would he ask? And Mirage was the priest here, fully capable of manipulating energy and all that stupid slag, so it could just as well have been Mirage as it could have been the room or altar or whatever.