Mirage groaned, looking away as his shoulder wheels hunched up defensively against his neck.

"Jazz. Must you? Do this? Right now?"

He groaned again, running a hand down his face hard enough to make the metal squeal.

"I really, truly do not wish to contemplate even broaching the subject with the little jumpstarter, much less considering how many possible ways he could frag this up if we actually bring him along!"