Had Mikaela not been through what she had with the attack on her world, and her realization that not everything was as it seemed on the surface courtesy of both Sam and the Autobots, she might have actually focused on his scar. She'd be lying if she said she didn't notice just how large of an area it covered when he lifted his shades. She had noticed. She just didn't feel the need to gawk, or ask questions.
"That's part of the reason I left where I'm from. My dad was about to come back into my life and I just couldn't deal. He's not what's best for me. I just wasn't sure how else to handle it besides leaving," she heard herself admitting, part of her wondering why she was openly discussing these things.
Mikaela wasn't, by nature, an extremely open person when it came to her own private life. Yet since arriving here and feeling so utterly displaced, she'd found herself willing to part with more and more of who she was in an effort to find kindred souls with whom she could relate. At least, she thought that might be the reason. It could be something as simple as the fact that nobody knew her here, so it made it easier for her to discuss who she was and the events in her life that had helped shape her this way.
Whatever the case, the damage was done now and there was no taking it back. So rather than try, she glanced down at the various display panels on the dashboard, taking careful mental note of the gas gage. They still had enough to get them back to the downtown area, which was good. She didn't want to go searching for a gas station if she could help it. Following the length of the beach was the easiest way to guarantee they wouldn't end up lost.