After flashing another dry smile at Mirage, Jazz spread his hands, palms up.

"Any thoughts of who you need ta come with you?" Jazz rather hoped Mirage had already come to the only possible conclusion, since even if he didn't yet know of the information the mech who'd "helped" their visitors on their ship had found out, he still had a wealth of religious information available thanks to his position.

If he didn't, well... then he'd have to tell him.