"I was far too fraggin' surprised and confused to notice much of anything else, Mirage," Cliffjumper said with a snort and a roll of his optics. He'd also, honestly, been somewhat... just a little, maybe, scared when things he had no idea what they were started to happen

Like slag was he going to say anything about that to Mirage, however, and even admitting this much was a bit embarrassing.

"Guess that makes sense, though. You'd have to be real fanatic 'bout doing slag if it was unpleasant or some other scrap like that." Sure, there'd probably be those who'd subject themselves to more than just some unpleasantness if they got enough recompense, but that wouldn't count for everybody, and certainly not for as many as had once been involved in the religious orders, Cliffjumper was rather sure.