Jolt was no expert when it came to human emotion, but he knew Naomi, and he knew that her front was just that- a front. Minamoto had been right- she didn't want to risk upsetting anyone, and the more she tried to keep up appearances, the more it pained him. She was distant with everyone, not just him, and while he supposed he couldn't blame her, it hurt. He'd watched Sideswipe cleave unwitting Decepticons clean in two before, and he found himself wondering dimly if this was what it felt like.

Usually when she was like this, he didn't want to announce his presence (he'd followed her more often than not), but today he'd had enough. Naomi needed to get away, if only for a little bit, and he was going to see to it that she got a proper vacation.

The blue Volt nudged up behind her, engine purring softly. "Hey."