Still hunched over, Mikaela jumps a bit when Optimus' holoform comes to life next to her. She only ever saw it once or twice, before - but it's a friendly enough face, and she knows enough about them to not be any more startled.

She also knows enough to be distantly worried about that flickering, but she's too distraught to think much on it now.

"Of course not," she sniffs, rubbing her dripping face on her work pants before meeting the holoform's gaze with red eyes.

"And I mean I l-literally. Could. Not."

Turning stiffly in her seat, she offers the holoform her left wrist. There is a repeating, segmented pattern - a scar, still raised despite the white of age - looping around it. Even a casual scan would make it obvious at the bone under it, ridged oddly in places, was broken at one time.

"'Con called Soundwave and his creepy little goon bugged me."