Quite suddenly just who he was snapped into place within Mikaela's mind. She wasn't a Star Trek fan - not as much as most, at least - but she'd watched enough of The Next Generation with her dad before he'd gone to prison that she was at least passingly familiar with the series. And this, she realized with startling clarity, was Q. An omnipotent being who had single-handedly introduced the Borg to Starfleet along with several other misadventures before the series had run its course.
Struck silent for a moment, Mikaela wasn't quite sure what to say in response to his desire to be hit by her motorcycle. She almost pointed out that there hadn't been an impact, technically speaking, but decided it was pretty pointless. Instead she stepped closer to the bike itself to better survey the damage.
Only to find that the damage had disappeared.
Blinking once, twice, and finally a third time, she slowly turned back to face Q. "Thanks," she stated simply before frowning a bit at his question. "A name?" she echoed, then shook her head. "No, no name. She's too new and hasn't told me what it is yet."
Okay. Even Mikaela would agree that probably sounded a bit insane. However she was of the belief that most vehicles - not counting ones that actually could speak and were, in fact, robots aliens - tended to reveal their names slowly to their owners. To just force a name upon a car, motorcycle, or the like, wasn't right. And yes, still crazy even when she tried to rationalize it, but it's how she felt and she saw no reason to change her opinion just because most others didn't understand.
"So, um," she cleared her throat and turned, setting her helmet down on the seat of her bike. As she glanced back at Q, she finished her question. "Why would you want to get hit by a bike? Why not one of those monorails or buses or something, instead?"