That's--- [What is he even supposed to say to that?! Cliffjumper sputters, shaking his helm and ends up rubbing the side of it and glaring elsewhere.

And then Blurr adds to it.]

There'll be no slaggin' carryin'! And you stay where you are, blast it all, Blurr.

And I'm just... doin' what has to be done, ain't nothin'... uh, more than that. [He huffs, flustered still, vaguely gesturing with his hands before settling them at his hips.] You're the one leadin' us on Earth, no matter the help ya got.