Ordinarily, she would have laughed, but her ribs were against the kind of movement that would have required, so the best Naomi could muster was a little sound of amusement. Just the thought of her overly-affectionate and easily-hysterical supervisor being made to deal with a gun-wielding truck brought a smile to her face, lightening her strained features.

"He's probably still... trying to convince himself that I'm... not human, so it's less embarrassing for him."

Overhearing her, the captured Decepticon launched into what sounded like a furious litany in his own language, insulting everything about the esper that he could think of. And yeah, some insults about Jolt, his preference for weak human females, and his paint job while he was at it.

"... We'll be good friends," Naomi concluded serenely, taking a shuddering breath and closing her eyes. She just had to wait a little while longer.