When her hand slipped from his grasp, he had felt a pang of disappointment hit him. He'd wanted to hold her hand. Sure, he'd only offered his hand out to her to help her up, but the moment her hand could be felt in his own, he wanted to keep it there. They'd only held hands a couple of times whenever they were running around with the Autobots and being dragged around by those Sector Seven a-holes. But, it was comforting. Comforting to know that she needed y'know, a little bit of reassurance and all that. That she was just as weirded out as he was, and it didn't make him less of a guy for being freaked out. But he figured he could chalk it all up to her wanting to continue exploring this place, and not her rejecting him or anything. She had just kissed him moments ago, after all. So she couldn't have just changed her mind that quickly, could she?
As they walked along, trying to find something to let them know where they were, if there was a way to get home, and maybe even a place to stay if it did get too late and they couldn't get themselves back to Tranquility today, he hoped that this wasn't like the last time they found themselves in a freaky situation. Without Bee and the other Autobots here, he felt a little less safe than he normally would. He was capable of making decisions, and it wasn't like he couldn't run like hell away from any dangers that they couldn't handle, it.. was just nice to have his guardian and the other Autobots around. They had a whole mutual helping thing going on, with their trying to help the Autobots stop the Decepticons, and the Autobots trying to ensure that their world didn't get destroyed. That was why what he did, shoving the All Spark cube into Megatron's chest, had been worth risking his life for. Because he'd wanted to help the Autobots.
Whenever Mikaela pointed off toward the shelter, Sam let out a quiet breath of relief, because at least there was some place to stay. He didn't really have any money with him, after all. So he was hoping they'd find either a cheap, or a free, place to get their stuff together. He too noticed that there was a weird mix of people around, some who looked like they belonged here, and others.. who didn't. He squinted a bit, wondering why it looked like he'd just seen y'know, Darth Vader from Star Wars, before he became Vader. There was no way that Darth Vader was here. Because he was fictional. Star Wars was just a bunch of movies, there was no way they were real. Maybe all the excitement of today was making him see things. Yeah. That had to be it. Or, he was going a little crazy. Maybe it was true that the Witwickys were cursed, and he was going crazy like his great-great grandfather.
"That guy didn't look familiar or anything to you, did he?," Sam asked her before shaking his head a little, figuring it was probably stupid to think that he actually saw Darth Vader. "C'mon," he said as he grabbed Mikaela's hand once more, leading her along with him, since, y'know, if things seemed to be on the shady side, he could just drag her after him as they booked it outta here. "Hopefully they have room for us to stay here..," he muttered, because did he mention how he currently didn't really have any money? So he was really hoping that they wouldn't be told that they didn't have any room for them at the shelter -- it was a shelter after all, sometimes they did run out of room. And the alternative was.. trying to scrounge up money, or get stuck on the streets. He figured that'd probably make him lose some points with Mikaela if that happened.