Cliffjumper was, inexplicably, pleased at the smile he could see, even if Mirage made his best to hide it, and it teased out a lopsided grin of his own, however brief.

And brief it was considering the way Mirage's mood obviously took a dive, and Cliffjumper huffed, crossing his arms over his chestplating. He was annoyed, but at the same time, he supposed, he could understand why Mirage didn't like this.

Slag, he didn't want to know it, but even if it wasn't him, they might have had to go with someone else... Or Mirage would have had to fend off well-meaning "offers" the whole trip or something.

And that thought, however vaguely amusing very briefly, was also not pleasant, because well. Who'd want to deal with something like that?

"... Sorry." Staring at the wall to the left of Mirage, Cliffjumper grimaced. He had the feeling he would mess up, no matter how many times he read said datapad.

"Guess it doesn't help that I don't really wanna know it, huh?"

Since that had been Mirage's issue ever since they found out he was... sensitive.