A tension that had, indeed, been growing the longer the short comm. conversation had been going on, but shoulders, wheelmounts and finials twitched and then relaxed at Mirage's laughter... and his elaboration brought understanding noises, while Jazz's comment brought ill-hidden smiles and brief flashes of sympathy before it was all tucked away for the proper courteous expressions again.

"I see," and, as the envoy couldn't help a little smile again, she certainly thought she did and was (sympathetically) amused and pleased both, "I certainly wish you peace in your sparks."

Chuckling, the envoy straightened up, her finials flicking.

"We have energon for a standard cybertronian week to keep our entourage energised. If you would need longer to prepare it will certainly not be an issue, but we might need some assistance fuel-wise in such a situation," the envoy smiled again, this time not for any believed understanding, merely pleasure, "we did not truly expect things to go this well for a first meeting, never mind to be presented with such a fortuitous opportunity.