Poor, poor Sakaki. He didn't ask for much in life. Fine female company, a day in which Shiho didn't cheerfully one-up him, a quiet workplace... and maybe, just maybe, one peaceful morning.

But that was impossible now, given that Jolt had moved so swiftly, remarkably at ease in his new body, and now Tanizaki was on his back.

No, he amended, now he was slowly sitting up and glaring just as much as the Autobot was.

"I don't deserve her?" He snapped. "And where were you when I was the only person she could trust? Fighting your war? And where were you when she nearly died? You're just a poorly-constructed hunk of metal masquerading as human! There's no way I'll ever let you near her a--"

"That's enough."

The next instant, Tanizaki had been picked up by some invisible force and slammed into the nearest wall. This wasn't a typical psychokinetic force, either. This time, his charge was livid.

Naomi, newly awake and looking very dangerous, kept her glowing hand in front of her, locking her supervisor in place.

"Good morning," she greeted the others sweetly, even though she kept her eyes trained on the older man.