"I can work with him on the battlefield perfectly well!" bristling, Cliffjumper waved the datapad in the air choppily, once again restraining the urge to toss it - this time at Jazz's head and if he did that, he'd spend the rest of the time until it was time to leave in room arrest or something.

So he refrained, barely, though the furious flash in his optics probably told pretty well that he wanted to do something he didn't.

"This? This ain't fraggin' combat!" In fact, it was the opposite of it - or a very different sort of it, but not the sort Cliffjumper liked or was any good at. It also involved a very personal angle.

Especially since it was Mirage.

Growling, Cliffjumper slumped down again and gave the datapad an ugly glare. He knew there was nothing else he could say or do, not when they were so adamant they'd do this, to get out of it.

"Great. Can I go now, then?"