Jazz wrenches himself away so fast that most of the needles don't hit Midvalley. The few that do mostly hit his suit, though a couple scratch the skin of his face or his arms through his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Jazz," he says a bit sadly. "I should have thought... we aren't compatible when you're in your real form. But I'm OK."
Realizing the robot is still hunched over on himself, he says, "You can look at me. I'm OK, Jazz."
[OOC: I hope I got that right as far as what they would/could do.]