Cliffjumper, compared to Mirage, hadn't thought about packing until Bee had mentioned it yesterday, and he'd given his friend a blank stare before he'd reset his optics and shook his helm.
In the end, no matter how he'd went through his room, he hadn't actually packed much. He wasn't sure what to bring, except that Jazz had made a quiet but stern comment about not bringing the usual arsenal.
Annoyed and offended, he had, in the end, still left most of the weaponry he usually carried in subspace in his room. He did have a normal gun and his glass gas gun with him, however.
He refused to leave the Ark with at least a little protection, even if it was too little in his opinion. The other things weren't many; two emergency rations of energon both from paranoia and a feeling of needing to be ready, a few personal datapads, and not just to hide the annoying informational ones... but not much else.
The chiming ping on the door, despite that he was ready to leave (kind of) and knew it was around time to start to move, still startled him and left him staring at the door for a few moments before he...
Cliffjumper would've insisted that he'd been stomping, but really, it'd been more of a hesitant meandering across the room and opening the door, staring up at Mirage.
He should probably say something, but even the vaguely desired defensive growl and glare didn't come.
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Date: 2015-03-08 03:32 pm (UTC)In the end, no matter how he'd went through his room, he hadn't actually packed much. He wasn't sure what to bring, except that Jazz had made a quiet but stern comment about not bringing the usual arsenal.
Annoyed and offended, he had, in the end, still left most of the weaponry he usually carried in subspace in his room. He did have a normal gun and his glass gas gun with him, however.
He refused to leave the Ark with at least a little protection, even if it was too little in his opinion. The other things weren't many; two emergency rations of energon both from paranoia and a feeling of needing to be ready, a few personal datapads, and not just to hide the annoying informational ones... but not much else.
The chiming ping on the door, despite that he was ready to leave (kind of) and knew it was around time to start to move, still startled him and left him staring at the door for a few moments before he...
Cliffjumper would've insisted that he'd been stomping, but really, it'd been more of a hesitant meandering across the room and opening the door, staring up at Mirage.
He should probably say something, but even the vaguely desired defensive growl and glare didn't come.