The procedure to save Miss Evan's life took four days.

Something that Optimus felt badly about since she slipped in and out of consciousness the whole time and was in a great deal of pain. But in the whole four days she was undergoing reconstruction by their technology, he didn't leave the med bay for even a second.

Since the woman was now the responsibility of the Autobots it had just made sense to sit himself down somewhere close by and keep her company. Whether she was aware of his presence or not.

On the fourth day, Optimus was mentally coming up with formulas and theories- The constant mathmatic equasion and thought of various things was in a small way comforting to him since he hadn't gotten up or moved around or rested much in the past few days. For some reason he couldn't really explain, everytime he tried to rest or relax, he got an odd almost tingling sensation in his nerves; and could almost feel eyes on him.

At first he thought it might be Ratchet or Jazz or Hot Shot possibly checking in on him and the woman using their normal method of communication via the ship's main computer. But after several moments or so he realised that that couldn't be the case since the main computer had been shut down days ago.

And unless Hot Shot was messing with things again (the good matrix willing, Prime just might decide to dismantle the sparkling if he was) then it meant that someone really was watching him.

He spent several hours trying to figure out if Hot Shot was maybe trying to initiate him in a game or something before deciding to try and see if he could catch whoever was watching him. He closed his optics a majority of the way, keeping only a small sliver open so that he could see and waited almost an hour before he got that feeling again and managed to catch the woman, Miss Evan's wide awake and aware for the first time in days.

She looked at him and seemed to be studying him. He imagined that he was a very fascinating piece of advanced tech, but if she kept looking at him like that, he would overheat. He opened his optics completely and looked at her, noting that the studying look that she had been giving him seemed to change automatically as she smiled at him and gave him a soft nearly inaudible rasping 'hello'.

Optimus blinked his optics at her and debated with himself for a moment or so about the peculiarness of her reaction to him before giving her a slightly hesitant greeting right back. "Hello, Miss Evan's. How are you feeling?"

She blinked her turqouise colored eyes at him and seemed a little startled that he had replied in such a way. She had expected the big mecha to sound like a mecha. Not have the soft slightly husky voice of a human man. And the way he had said her name...

She blinked again. Wait- Why did the thirty two foot mecha know her name?

And what did he mean by 'how was she feeling'? Her confusion must have been very apparent to the mecha since he gave her a small human like smile and said, "You had a small accident due to one of the sparklings under my command, and was hurt. So we have been taking care of you and healing your wounds."

She mulled over what the mecha had just said to her and said a soft 'Oh...thanks' as understanding dawned on her before she started staring at him again.

"Is there something that you need Miss Evan's?" Optimus asked curiously, wondering if she was in the habit of staring at people in such a bizarre manner. She seemed a little startled by his question and shook her head no causing him to tip his head to the side and stare back at her before saying in an amused tone of voice.

"Or is there a particular reason that your staring so intently?" Saya flushed a vivid pink and stuttered out a quick apology, feeling a little bit like a bitch for staring at him like he was a freak or something when he was an obviously well mannered, well crafted, and very intelligent life form.

So what if he was thirty two feet tall and shiney metal and wire and gears. He was unique. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Except that he was capable of speech, and reason, and humor- She suddenly had a million questions buzzing around in her brain and hadn't realized that she was still staring at him. He shifted his huge body, and she widened her eyes in wonder as the big hulking giant mecha moved away from the far wall of the room and curled his body at an impossible angle and suddenly loomed over her.

His face just an arms legnth away.

She blinked at him in surprise, then felt a small sliver of fear work it's way down her spine and wondered if she had offended him to the point where he was going to immitate the Hulk and 'smash' her into a little puddle of goo or something. But instead of looking angry, or even bothered by her sudden lack of manners (not that he knew if she had them or not) and seemed to be studying her just as curiously as she had been studying him before saying. "You have questions."

She nodded her head slowly then on an impulse lifted one of her hands from her side and reached out to touch him. Optimus held himself perfectly still, curious about what she was thinking and how she would react to him letting her touch him and leaned down a fraction of an inch more and felt her finger tips lightly brush along the lower lip of his mouth and jerked back a little bit to keep her from trying to run her fingers over his teeth.

The jagged metal would rip the soft flesh of her hand all the way to the bone.

She started to drop her hand, a raspy apology escaping her and he blinked at her. The silly woman was misreading his intention. It was both amusing and irritating. "Do not apologise for being curious, little one. I do not mind. I do however worry about your hand being so close to my mouth-" Optimus explained politely before saying in a hushed almost embarrassed tone. "My teeth are very sharp and could hurt you."

Saya let out a breathy sounding "Oh. Oh okay..." Before asking him in an equally polite tone. "Can I try again as long as I stay away from your mouth?"

Optimus shrugged his shoulders and leaned down a little bit more and felt her small hand ghost along part of his cheek and was about to say something else when the door to the med bay opened and he quickly scrambled back to where he had been across the room as Ratchet walked in and waved to Optimus in greeting before moving over to the berth and quickly looking over Miss Evans.

Completely missing Optimus's overheated face.