If she'd have known Optimus' thoughts and reaction to what he'd helped create with her overload, Elita would have been charmed. As it was, she was busy enjoying the pulse and flare of her spark as well as the energy lashing out from her spark chamber out along her limbs in tingling, white-hot charged waves.

She also felt his reaction-aftershock, and it took not even half a thought to gather some of what she felt, some of the charge in her spark and push it outward, riding on her EM field to wash over his as her field touched his and enveloped it, sharing a weaker, softer mirror of what she was feeling.