With just those words, the power escaped from her once more, lashing out at anything and everything. Naomi was no Level 7, but results could still be catastrophic when it came to a psychokinetic losing control-- and a high-level one at that. She hated it-- hated that all of this had been trapped inside of her, hated that it was hurting Jolt. And yet all she could do was hold on to him as best as she could, resting a palm on his face, whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" as the power raged on unchecked.

Physical contact had been easier with his hologram, but Naomi didn't have a preference as to which form he chose to take. Solidified image, vehicle, robot-- all of them were Jolt, and so long as that remained the fact, she was fine with it.

Gradually, her sobs died down to tiny, shuddering hiccups and whimpers, and the next time her power surged, there was a bubble of sparking energy to repel it away from the Autobot. She wouldn't let him be hurt. Not by her hand-- not by anything.