A very quiet and calm town Jasper seemed to be, not like the chaotic one where she was living before. The people looked like if time was running slow, not a single moment of rush, which gave to Malika a foreign feeling.
How much time has passed since the day she had a good and calm walk? Not running from home to base just for work, but she knew it was a matter of time: Agent Fowler was going to pick and bring her into the most secret area only few knew, but until then... she only had to wait.
"Mh? " wait and... spotting a girl that apparently was losing the wallet from the bag seconds before reaching a red car. " Ohm, hey! Miss? I think that is yours?!" not a single problem into giving an interaction, as long as giving a friendly smile to the other after taken the object and giving it to the young girl.
Sierra pauses, a shout coming just as she opens Cliff's door. "What-? Oh! Oh geez, thank you so much." Close call. On top of getting a poor report card and being held back after class, losing her wallet really would've been one more bad thing to add to an overall terrible day.
Frowning, she double checks her satchel - sure enough, one of the outer zippers is torn, with just enough of a gap to let the folded leather wallet slip out. So much for escaping unscathed from their last Decepticon incident.
"And this is why we need skirts with actual pockets," she says dryly to her savior. "Thanks again. Uh- are you here to pick someone up? I'm pretty sure I was the last student in the building..."