"Someone needs to keep watch!" Cliffjumper snapped, shaking his helm. Not that he hadn't thought of it when he peered into the room that had turned out to be the very generously sized washracks (with a solvent soaking pool and an oil bath as well), but with Mirage like this, Cliffjumper didn't like the thought of getting distracted by something as trivial as cleaning up.

Even if he'd literally never seen such a washracks before. The Ark's were some of the nicest he'd been in, but they were still utilitarian and practical, and there were certainly no soaking pools of any kind.