She almost hung up the phone. In fact, the second she heard that voice she yanked the phone away from her ear as though it had bit her. Frowning, anger surging through her, Mikaela reached for the 'end' button to stop that voice from speaking to her as though he actually knew her. As though he had the right to call her on the phone and ask for help of all things.
And that's when it hit her.
A Decepticon was asking her for help. That alone was enough to make her pause in ending the call and replace the phone to her ear. Not that she needed it to her ear to hear him, but it sure made the 'please' that he uttered sound a whole lot sweeter.
There was a pause on her end, a few seconds maybe although she was sure it was a lot longer to him. Then she sighed softly.
"Fine," she agreed, stomach churning at the thought of what she was doing. What if this was some sort of trap? Not that she could even begin to imagine why Starscream would feel the need to call her on the phone just to lure her somewhere under the guise of helping when, really, all he had to do was rip the roof right off her building. It wasn't like she was going to get away, now was it?
Except... what if he was telling the truth? What if he really was in a human body now, and what if he and this bond-mate of his actually needed her help?
It didn't matter one way or the other, really. She'd already agreed and Mikaela wasn't going to go back on her word. So instead she sighed once more and reached for a pen and piece of paper.
"Where are you?" she asked. She wrote down his location. There was another hesitation - this one only long enough for her to draw a breath and quickly try to dredge up any information she could remember on the treatment of hypothermia.
"Keep his neck, head, and hands covered. That's where most of the heat escapes from. Give him some warm fluids - water would be best, but anything will work as long as it isn't alcohol." She reached for her shoes as she spoke, slipping one on and then the other.
"Oh, and try to get him to move around a little. I'm on my way." And with that, she hung up, not wanting to hear any possible thanks he might have to offer. She'd deal with that when she got there. For now, she had a drive to make and, as strange as it may sound to her own ears, a Decepticon to help.