"Gah!" Jerking upright and almost dropping the datapads he had, in fact, thrown against the wall (it was a good thing they were not overly fragile), Cliffjumper stared at the door in startled incomprehension at first.

It couldn't be Jazz again, right? What'd he even want, if so? Cliffjumper was pretty slagging sure it wouldn't be Bumblebee or any of the other minibots - they'd have pinged him first, and not many others would come seek him out while he was in his quarters.

Realising he was still staring at the door, Cliffjumper belatedly put the datapads in one hand and reached out to key it open, ending up staring at white and blue armour (and not the darker crotch, nope).

"Uh---" looking up to meet Mirage's optics, Cliffjumper felt the tell-tale heating up of optical components straining slightly as he blushed and scowled, looking away.

Of course it had to be Mirage.

"What'd you want?"

A moment too late he remembered to throw a glance behind Mirage (even if the Paradronian entourage doubtfully knew who was Mirage's (supposed) bonded yet) to check the corridor, but it was empty.

Probably just as well, considering the sharpness of his voice.