Cliffjumper wasn't sure what he felt when Mirage flounced - literally flounced - off, so he couldn't even come up with a comeback to yell after him. Instead he just cast a glance at Mirage's retreating back and then scowled, turning back to the window and crossed his arms.

He had no looked at Mirage's aft.

Ah, slag, whatever. Who was he kidding? Not like he hadn't done that before - and anyway, it was a little hard to miss, with their relative height difference.

Blushing anyway, Cliffjumper stomped over to one of the large chairs that faced the door at an angle, flopped down in it and was determined to keep an optic on that door until Mirage came out.

Somehow, he ended up in a light recharge.