Indeed, he'd hardly accepted it, but learning to control it would be rather necessary.

Staring flatly at Blurr's first burst of somewhat faster-than-he-could-easily-interpret, Cliffjumper huffed and crossed his arms over his chestplate.

"Pretty sure I will, but I can't really keep the brakes in 'bout this." He just shook his helm at all the blather about pretty things and Seekers - he didn't care about that, and he could get pretty far up with the jetpack if he did.

"Uh-huh. How the frag did you get control of it? Just bein' able after a while to control this slag through thinking about it after trainin'?"