"Of course," she said, nodding to them both, and turning around. Cliffjumper twitched at the address Mirage used more than the brush against his elbow and cursed silently. If Mirage hadn't already figured some of it out, he probably would have now, anyway.

He wasn't doing a very good job of behaving unaffected and this was so rusting embarrassing.

"Yeah. Sure," Cliffjumper muttered and tried to relax. It wasn't easy.

"There will be a greeting cup, and after that..."

Cliffjumper tuned the mech out. He knew he shouldn't, but he did it anyway, frowning at their surroundings as they walked.