The girl held still, not wanting to speak and risk... whatever this was. She wasn't sure. Jolt was a friend-- he had been ever since they'd first worked together in that stuffy, zombie-infested mall-- but ever since he'd made the request to stay here, with her, the bond they'd formed had only gotten stronger. And now there was something there, something else that she couldn't quite put a name to or understand, just an innate knowledge that there was a level deeper than the kind of cheerful or working friendship she shared with her school friends or the other espers.

As his finger gently grazed her cheek, Naomi didn't flinch or shy away. She gave no sign of being frightened that something so much larger than her was doing this-- on the contrary, she closed her eyes and carefully leaned into the light touch. She trusted Jolt, and that was more than enough.