The car drooped a little - just a slight dipping of its nose, not unlike a dog who knew full well that he had done something bad. "I don't know--" he began softly, but that was a lie. He knew. "I didn't want you to get hurt. I jumped in without thinking, and I'm sorry." It wasn't the first time Jolt had charged headlong into a situation without thinking, and it likely wasn't the last, but he knew he couldn't afford that kind of behavior here.