"Heya Cliff. Been here for a bit. Nice shootin', by the way."

Other than giving the gun slip-up a bit of a stink eye, Jazz didn't outwardly react until Cliffjumper dropped the gun.

"Mhmmn. Well, we found a lost Cybertronian colony - or rather, they found us. Seems legit, too."

He waited for only a beat, before shaking his head.

"Which is why I'm here. Walk with me." It wasn't a request. He nodded his helm off to the side, where a few small conference rooms were tucked off to the side of the range, mostly used for privately discussing shooting technique.