Mikaela stares at him for a moment, expecting a more verbal response or objection. She colors a bit, slightly embarrassed by the outburst - but she doesn't regret the words.

"God, thank you. It's like you want to be stuck like that or something."

She stoops and picks the vacuum back up, playing with the catches before emptying the accumulated debris into another bin. She grimaces, glancing back up at him.

"...I'm not trying to be an ass, but it kind of worries me, Optimus."