Oh, she will. Gotta make sure you're healthy and everything...

Mikaela huffs, giving the armrest a light smack. Then she coughs a little, surprised at the amount of dust it brings up.

"Optimus, if you're trailing danger, I'm already kind of sitting in the center of it."

She rolled her eyes, gesturing around to his cab in exasperation.

"But like I said, I didn't have a choice about leaving. I didn't want to leave. But I want to help. I'm not just...gonna leave you here, breaking all to pieces."

Please let her back in she's missed you guys so much.