As he'd been driving, Jazz had been scenning the immediate area for the other Autobots or their human friends, Sam and Mikaela. But his sensors weren't giving him anything of use. Maybe it was his confusion or him thinking about it too much that made him miss Mikaela in the Mercedes she was driving. Or maybe something in him really was malfunctioning. Either way, he hadn't noticed the human girl and had just kept on driving down the busy streets of downtown L.A.
Even when he'd transformed back into his original form, that strange feeling still remained. Maybe some part of him had been damaged when he'd turned up here. That seemed to be the most logical explanation. If Ratchet was around somewhere, he could probably repair him.
But there were more pressing matters at hand. Like a whole bunch of humans screaming and running away from him. "Seriously, ya'll, quit screamin'. I ain't gonna hurt ya." But obviously the fact that he was a fifteen foot tall talking robot was freaking them out too much. "Alright fine," he said, waving a hand vaguely, "Go 'head and run." And they did. Fairly quickly.
Was it wrong for him to find that slightly funny?
It was when the other humans had run away, still screaming, that Jazz noticed the one who wasn't. He knew that voice and he knew that face. It was Mikaela. How in the world hadn't he noticed her before?
"Yeah, of course it's me. What other Autobot lieutenants do you know?" Of course he was joking slightly. It wasn't as if he knew that she thought he was dead. "What's crackin' Mikaela baby?" Typical Jazz. Always with the slang.