The concern mollifies her somewhat, and Mikaela shrugs faux-casually; she's tempted to approach, to touch and make sure this is all real and not a concussion-dream from falling down the stairs or something stupid. She settles for leaning back against the wall, arms crossed.

"Yeah. I'm fine, just tired? I just- I don't know either? It was nothing like teleporting over to Egypt that time with Jetfire."

She frowns at him, head tilting in consideration.

"Don't tell me you just appeared here, too? Wherever 'here' is..."