Even if Trent became a part of this world with them, it didn't mean anything to Mikaela. She had told them both in her own way that she was beyond over the tight end. No amount of time with his big arms and tight body would draw her back in because under that shiny gift wrapping was a complete jerk. Sam's packaging had been put on with shaky hands, but the contents were worth looking for. And it wasn't like he was awful to look at or anything.
Walking toward one of the newly created cracks in the ground from the earthquake the duo had, fortunately, missed, she kneeled down. Didn't seem like the holes created by their new friends. Yeah, those were slightly larger. Okay, maybe more than slightly, but whatever. With the evidence in front of them, it seemed like whatever happened here wasn't the same as their previous week.
"Y'know," she starts, her voice a mutter more to herself than anything, "I apparently didn't need to go to college to deal with insane situations. And to think I used to think my issues were my biggest problem..." Boring? Her life? Not anymore. Releasing a sigh, she hated they were starting for square one and none of their alien friends were here to paint them a picture.
Looking up toward him in her kneeling position, she suggested, "I guess standing around here isn't gonna really help us much." Or at all if you wanted to get technical about it. She had to take the brainy role for moment considering his head had been distracted by her lips not long ago and he hadn't fully recovered. At least he could say something intelligible now. It was a start.