This time, it was Naomi's eyebrows who arched, not having expected the sudden burst of music. She probably should have expected anything, given how unpredictable the Autobot could be, but she paused to listen nevertheless.

"Is this real, is this insanity?
Is it fate or is it clarity?
Am I on the way down
Is this the same thing twice?
Oh this feels so nice" ♪

Relevant almost immediately, from what she could tell. She'd been wallowing in a deep state of agonized confusion for a little while now, and hadn't quite realized how to get out of it. But-- being here, with Jolt-- somehow, it helped. It was painful, and it would probably get worse before it got better... but nothing had hurt as much as pushing him away.

At this point, it was probably impossible, anyway.