She had known the question was likely coming and, while part of her was glad it came from Starscream and not Skyfire, Mikaela still wasn't certain how to quite answer it. The problem wasn't what to say. It was more how to say it. Speaking to Starscream over the message board had been easy. Her contempt for him had come as second-nature given he had tried to kill her, her friends, and destroy her entire planet. Now, though... now he had layers. Now she could see more to him than a simple Decepticon who was hell-bent on the destruction of her species as a whole and she and her friends in general. He had another side to him, a side she would have never guessed existed, and truth be told she wasn't sure how to handle that knowledge.
Still, she had to at least try to be civil in matters that didn't pertain to his immediate survival as a human, and this seemed as good (albeit complicated) of a place to start as any. So rising back to her feet, she met his gaze and tried to explain, while keeping her voice low enough that Skyfire hopefully wouldn't overhear.
"Back home, it was my cell phone that ended up being the one to release Megatron. Considering everything that happened after that, most people who know me would be surprised I even own one anymore," she stated in as even of a tone as possible, voice slightly flat and her gaze locked onto his. "I know it isn't top-notch security, and I know it wouldn't keep it from transforming and escaping if it was a Decepticon and wanted out, but it helps me sleep a little better at night knowing that it's not right beside me."
She paused briefly, glancing past him to smile in faint amusement at Skyfire. He had already removed the cushions from the couch and was in the process of studying the canvas that made up part of the pull-out bed. The look on his face was priceless - a mixture of confusion and admiration, with just a touch of determination tossed in for good measure - and Mikaela realized if she came home after work one day to find half of her apartment in the various stages of disassemble... she really shouldn't be too surprised.
Looking back to Starscream, she shrugged. "It's not my story to tell," she answered simply. "Although a bit of advice? If I were you, I'd tell him sooner rather than later, because if we're here, and he's here, how long do you think it's going to take for someone else to show up?"