In crazy times like these, when her nerves weren't as calm as she would have liked, she could find a sliver of confidence from holding onto his hand. So when he helped her to her feet after her quick investigation of the hole in front of her, she kind of wanted to keep his hand in hers. Resisting that, knowing she had to stand on her own two feet, she slid her grasp from his.
Sam was right. They had to figure something. The last time they were in a freaky situation like this, it ended up being kind of a big deal. With some emphasis on the word big there. That whole alien robots wanting to take over your entire planet thing wasn't something you couldn't just ignore. Even after Sam had given them the glasses they wanted from them, their role wasn't finished. Sector 7 made sure of that. Mikaela wondered a lot if they hadn't been drug along with those jerks (at least they were at first) from Sector 7, if they would have left it all up to the Autobots. She liked to think she was a better person than that, but sometimes she couldn't be totally sure.
In their exploration of the unfamiliar town, they had managed to find a sign to tell them they were now part of Angel Grove, California. Maybe, if they were lucky, they weren't too far from home. And they could, like, go home without much of a problem. But the day was getting later and they had no Bumblebee to take care of that pesky driving situation, so it was wisely decided between the two teenagers for them to seeks shelter for the night at least and they could figure everything out from there.
Seeing a strange combination of people that didn't exactly seem like your normal everyday combination, the blue-eyed girl pointed toward the shelter. "Sam, look," she urged him to follow where her index finger directed him. Considering the weird groupings of people, was it possible others were pulled from their worlds? And, hey, didn't she see that guy on Star Wars...? Shifting her gaze to Sam, she wondered what he would make of thi