Jerking at the slam of Jazz's hand on the table, Cliffjumper reflexively clutched the datapad closer. He really, actually, hadn't realised how serious this was supposed to be.

Even with the door being locked, even with the jamming device on the table, he had thought that he could do the downloading and deleting at his leisure, not right now.

It only had a little to do with the fact that he'd been pretty distracted by his frustration and embarrassment.

Blushing out of embarrassed anger, Cliffjumper demonstratively yanked out the cable from the base of his helm and plugged it into the datapad.

"Fine. There." He'd not admit that he actually hadn't caught on to the fact that this briefing was being treated with a higher security clearance than he was used to.

"I can get a hint..." Cliffjumper muttered, transferring his sulky glower to the datapad to glance through some of the infomation even as he downloaded it.

... Nevermind that Jazz's little outburst was hardly a hint, and that somewhere, his feelings nonwithstanding, Cliffjumper wasn't sure he could do what was being asked of him.

It just didn't seem honest.

Download complete, Cliffjumper frowned at the datapad and glanced up at Jazz again, asking, "the last half of the info, right?" just to confirm, before he deleted it as told.