To say it had been somewhat of a fiasco when it came to talking to Tanizaki would have been an understatement; upon hearing that Satan's Chevrolet was not only sentient, but the big giant robot that had saved his Naomi from getting hit by a crane, his incoherent wailing and screaming had his charge and the director both covering their ears within minutes. Then he'd wanted Jolt moved, assigned to another team, because surely he would be of more use there, but Fujiko had vetoed the idea immediately.

"They belong to each other now," she'd insisted. "And you would be an absolute idiot to try and come between that."

Naomi hadn't quite understood what she meant, but if Jolt would be able to fight with her, she was fine with that.

She grinned as she obligingly spent more time on the windshield, having to reach and stretch her fingers out to get the end, but eventually succeeding. Now she just had to settle on her feet before she lost her balance.

"I think my hands would fall off if this was an all-day affair," she said contritely. "Although we could probably make this a weekly thing."