[Where..? Well, he doesn't know! Cliffjumper's optics flicker around, and then he shrugs, field flexing a bit.]

Uh... dunno. Where ya want to sit, I guess, since at least the desk chair and the be-- er, whatever, all of it ain't fit for just mechs my size.

[All of the extra stuff he'd had to find and get into the room, of course, since the desk and the chair already present, as well as the berth, was fit for someone much bigger than he was.

And it was silly, they were just talking, but mentioning his berth in this situation made him blush, so he'd cut himself off.]