Cybertronians were a long-lived race- the oldest among them surviving for millennia. Even one as impulsive as Jolt could possess surprising amounts of patience, and for Naomi, he found he was more than willing to stand by her for as long as it took her to get through this.

Now if only he could convince her of this fact.

"Naomi," he replied. His voice was still soft, but firm. "Not later. Let's go." He wasn't going to budge on this, and while it was probably a breach of so many rules of this alliance he'd formed with B.A.B.E.L., he intended to drive right out of town and keep driving until they were as far away as possible. (Shiho, in an act that surprised no one, had picked up on this little plan he'd been forming. The Children were more than willing to pack a bag for Naomi, along with some supplies, all of which were now nestled in Jolt's trunk.)