"Agreed," Mirage said pointedly, giving Cliffjumper a shrug. He had thought this all out, after all. Having to convince the smaller mech about everything all over again was not how he wanted to spend his time right before going on said mission.

"It will be fine."

Mirage stepped closer with a smile suddenly plastered on his face, hand curling around a red shoulder.

::And we're almost there, so keep the classified talk about said mission confined to private comms from now on. Who knows where they may have bugs planted or audials listening.::