Once the coast was clear, there was a satisfied chuckle coupled with the soft purr of the Chevy's hybrid engine. "Don't be," the voice came from the car itself. Though, after a brief moment of thought, Jolt decided it would be a little strange if someone were to walk by and see Naomi chatting it up with a car.

The driver's side window rolled down, as it did so there was a brief shifting of light and suddenly there was a young man seated in the car, leaning an elbow out the window. American, by the looks of him, though surprisingly fluent in his Japanese. "That made the wait almost worth it," he remarked, flashing Naomi a grin. "How'd it go?"