There were times, granted few and far between, that Mikaela seriously questioned whether it was actually a Good Thing that she'd gotten into Bumblebee that day. If she hadn't, she'd be back at home right now, with her mother, living her life and being a normal person. She wouldn't have to keep her cell phone in a safe, wouldn't wake up with screams in her throat more nights than not, and she certainly wouldn't be having a conversation with an alien robot who had somehow turned into a human and was now asking her to hide his bond-mate should another alien robot ever happen to show his face in the place they were all having to temporarily call home.
But then, Mikaela thought of the Autobots. And Sam. And the way those involved had all come together as a working team to stop the destruction of their planet. She thought of all of the good things that had happened since the attack on Miracle City and she supposed, in the long run and grand scheme of life and the cosmos and everything else, she was glad she'd gotten into Bumblebee after all. Granted her life wasn't simple, now, but it was sure a lot more interesting.
Even if the thought of Megatron himself showing up scared the hell out of her in a way that very little - if nothing else - ever could.
And Starscream's question. Oh, but it was a hard one to answer. She wanted to say yes, of course she would do her very best to keep Skyfire safe. But, really, what could she possibly hope to do on her own? Megatron was... well... the embodiment of everything she pretty much feared and loathed all wrapped up into one enormous package. He was the boogeyman and Satan and just plain evil incarnate with the face of an enormous, alien robot.
Then she realized she wasn't alone. Granted, none of the Autobots were here. Neither was Sam. But there were people here who helped those who needed help. So she wasn't alone, wouldn't be alone, if the unthinkable happened.
"If he shows up," she at long last replied, "he's not going to find either of you. Not if I have anything to say about it."
Looking back to Skyfire, she couldn't hide the smile that crossed her face. He really wasn't like any of the others, on either side of their war. And his curiosity for the unknown, the almost childlike wonder he seemed to have in regards to most everything, was downright contagious. Of course, by this point he'd already figured out the fold-out couch and had put it back together once more, and was now studying one of the paintings she had on her wall, head tilted to the side as though he was trying to make sense of the abstract artwork.
"Why don't you two go get changed," she suggested, looking back to Starscream with a reassuring smile. "I'll fix us all something to eat."