Could always chop 'em down if it comes to that. [Cliffjumper offers with a slight grin and ignores the sudden rustle of tendrils on the nearest tree; that's at least far more safe than setting the whole garden on fire.]

No wonder you got so pissed, I guess. [Given how at odds her tone is with her words, he choses to listen to the tone rather than the hesitant words. Mostly because it feels almost embarrassingly familiar, the way she said it.]

And... uh. Unless you're really set on staying and cleaning up after instead of waiting...

[Cliffjumper's no longer looking at Weiss, scowling at nothing in the middle distance.]

I could always... get ya home. No one has to see... that. [Vague gesture towards Weiss and her ruined dress. Cliffjumper will probably never be proficient at apologising, but this is something, right?]