Already making her way toward a set of white stairs, Mikaela catches the flash out of the corner of her eye. Given that it's the first sign of motion or life in this creepy place, it's enough to make her pause immediately.

Headlights seem out of place, but it's the first thing she thinks of- and the second flash out from the covered walkway only confirms it.

Her wariness spikes, hair on her arms standing on end despite the sun. Unknown vehicle in the shadows, teleported to a strange place - again - flashbacks to Egypt are inevitable. She almost bolts. But a Decepticon would already be tearing after her, if it cared at all. She hadn't seen a single 'con nor 'bot outside of TV or the internet since getting the boot out of their lives.

Mikaela holds her breath as she backtracks, warily keeping close to the wall as she creeps close enough to see past the sunlight into the shade.

Huge. Truck. The shape isn't familiar at all, but once she's close enough to see color... She gasps, her hand on the wall suddenly more useful for support than caution; her knees nearly give out all over again.

"...Optimus?" She barely breathes it out; it hurts to hope, but no one else ever ran around covered in red and blue flames.