They've not spent much time around each other - here or back home - so they couldn't be entirely familiar with the other's tics, but it's near impossible to miss how relief very clearly floods Optimus's frame when she cheers up again. His antennae perk up and a ridiculous grin crosses his face.

"A human named Mikaela. I haven't spoken with her much, but she was the one who informed me of the accessibility for both organics and Cybertronians. Isn't it lovely to see our species integrated in such a way?" Oh, he could have stars in his optics. "There is a lift for the smaller patrons, if you want to use it instead of flying up."

He stops suddenly, in the hall, bringing up his computer arm. Map loaded.

"Ah! Just around this corner, too."