"Already---ugh, done," muttering as he scowled at the wall - still far behind him but closer than it had been before he shot backwards - Cliffjumper revved his engine in annoyance, "Yeah, I fraggin' know. Guess I oughta try 'lower' when we go down though... and, uh..."

Squinting, Cliffjumper rubbed his chin as he tried to think of some other way to phrase it in his processor for moving - the issue was probably that like this, there was no handy way to gauge his speed, which meant he had no 'anchor' for it and just went randomly flying.

"... Dunno how, but I think I need some slaggin' way of thinkin' about direction and speed more precisely. Otherwise I just go flyin' like I got slaggin' tossed."