Momentarily at a loss over the minimal response, Mikaela gave the nearest wall clock an anxious glance.

"Optimuuus." she drawled, voice lilting up impatiently. "You need to turn back into a truck. The store opens in thirty minutes and I need to clear up all the evidence that you were here."

Stepping up to Optimus' arm, she hesitated for only a moment before slapping a palm down twice on the nearest bit of undamaged metal, just hard enough to make the metal ring.