Gently grasping his hand in hers, Mikaela gave a slight shake of her head. "No," she answered honestly, "he didn't hurt me." And she left it at that. For now.
Turning to lead him down the street, she winced slightly at the mention of Sam. She glanced at Bumblebee after a second, her expression slightly sad. "I wasn't planning on coming to L.A., to start with. I just needed to get away for a little while and ended up here," she stated. Her attention went to the window of a shop as they passed by, watching as a woman put the finishing touches on a mannequin while Mikaela tried to figure out how to best explain the entire Sam situation when she barely understood it herself.
"I tried to call him," she added after a second, looking back to the man beside her. "It said the number didn't exist, though. I tried to email him but it was returned. I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to talk to me or if it's because this Los Angeles isn't the Los Angeles from my version of Earth, but I do know that it... hurts, to think about him too much." She sighed softly and studied the ground as they walked.
"I knew you'd take care of him so, really, what point is there in asking about him? He's okay, right?" And Mikaela looked back to Bumblebee at this last question, faint worry shining in her eyes at the thought that maybe Sam wasn't okay. Maybe that's why Bumblebee was here, and not there, with him. The thought filled her with unimaginable horror and no small amount of guilt as well.