Skyfire couldn't help but smile in response, as well as shake his head slightly. He met those crimson eyes with his own blue ones shining in faintly embarrassed amusement. "Any new planet is fascinating," he half-defended himself, tone gentle yet jovial. "Especially one upon which I find myself a sudden inhabitant."
His gaze flickered to Mikaela. "Although I will do my best to refrain from too many questions." Of course, his version of 'too many' and someone else's version of 'too many' tended to be very, very different definitions.
Mikaela, however, didn't seem to mind. She simply smiled and replied easily enough, "Just as long as you keep in mind that I don't always have the answers. Some things you'll have to find out for yourself, or ask someone else."
A look of what could almost pass for anticipation of being able to do just that crossed Skyfire's face and the woman smiled even more before nodding toward the bedroom. "You can get changed in there. It's the biggest area with a door for privacy," she explained. "And the couch," she motioned to it, "folds out into a bed for you both to sleep on, when you get tired."
Skyfire glanced toward the couch. While the concept of one thing becoming another was certainly not a new one (it was one of the fundamental basics of his own species, after all), the fact that the humans managed such a feat while still clearly being a developing species was quite impressive to him.
Stepping closer to the item in question, he began to examine it a little more closely. He had, it seemed, all but forgotten about the fact that he still needed to get dressed into the clothing he held in one hand.
Mikaela, meanwhile, moved to the safe in the far corner of the room and crouched down beside it, opening it with a few presses of various buttons. As the door swung open she put her cellphone inside and closed the safe door once more. Ironic, really, that her cellphone was still making her edgy when she had an actual Decepticon standing no less than three feet from her at this very point in time. Then again, emotions weren't very logical most of the time and she made no excuses for her behavior. If it helped her sleep better, helped keep the nightmares at bay, that was good enough for her.