"Curiosity and kin could make us do nothing less," the mech said, the response aimed at both foreign ambassadors, "this way, if you please." He turned half around, gesturing in a wide arc in front of him, down from the landing pads and, presumably, along the wide boulevard that led into the city.

Cliffjumper, when they started to walk, and starting to feel somewhat... hemmed in. Sure, maybe it was partly because the Ark's crew wasn't very large, and even adding the Decepticons to the mix didn't up the cybertronian population on Earth by a lot, and there was a mixed bunched in general.

Here, though, as he glanced around, he couldn't see a single mech approaching minibot size. The shortest ones were still several feet taller than he was.

Frowning, Cliffjumper kept from inching closer to Mirage - that, too, would be embarrassing, and looked around as they walked, half-listening to the description of the city they were getting.