"I thought what ya do best is supposed to be gatherin' intelligence and slag." Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper stared from Blurr to the little firelizard when Blurr pointed out how long the critter would have been able to observe and grimaced.

"He's... Right. Why didn't ya say somethin'?" It's just a harmless little firelizard, but it still made him feel annoyed. He wasn't even sure why. Not that he got overly defensive about it, but there was a huff at the end of the question.