Jolt was left wondering how he got stuck with the tiny one- especially when the 'Con in question (designation Zigzag, according to the radio chatter Jolt'd picked up between he and his big friend- Breakneck, apparently) was currently scrambling inside of some concrete tubes.

"Hey," Jolt called. "I'm not done with you yet! What, you think your buddy here is gonna save you? In case you haven't noticed, he's getting his aft handed to him by a human girl! How is all this gonna look on your resume? I mean, Megatron will not be happy."

This elicited some more creative cursing from Zigzag, but he didn't make an appearance. Jolt just rolled his optics. "I hate it when they don't rise to the bait," he quipped, and kicked the platform out from under the tubes, sending them rolling. "Incoming, Naomi!"