"Suppose," Cliffjumper agreed with a shrug before he ended up staring at Optimus at what he was saying, shaking his helm slowly.

"The slag... some things people can do." Not that his own glass gas couldn't inflict some serious damage, but that was on the chassis, not the spark. "Fraggin' creepy. Ya sure you're okay now?"

Leaning forward a little more (which meant he ended up on the front of his feet, balancing on the bumpers), Cliffjumper frowned at Optimus' chestplates, as if he could make sure from the outside that Optimus was okay, or see if there was something wrong still.