It was shocking that she wasn't as frail as Miranda Kenneth expected. She realized that the behavioral reports said she was healthy even though she never ate anything, but common sense would say food was still provided to her.

This girl has been on the run for the past few years.

She expected her to be smaller than she looked in the newspaper clippings.

Agent Kenneth sucked in a breath, nodded to her partner and stepped into the interrogation room, closing the door behind her before sitting down in the chair across the table from the girl and opened her filed folder. "So, you go by Ya-Ya now?"

The girl didn't say anything.

Kenneth made a face. "Okay, don't talk. That's fine. I have a list of names here. Let's see which one rings a bell."

She held up the printed list. "Let's see... Aya... Nina, that's a good one... Uh... Rain, Aria, Adagio, Mina, and... Ryanna." She slammed the paper down on the table. "I know that last one rang a bell."

"So I like to use different names. Didn't know that was a crime to you humans." Ryanna crossed her arms across her chest.

"Killing humans is, however." The agent shifted through her papers, looking for a specific one.

"I haven't​ killed anyone."

"So the Battle of Chicago didn't happen? It was just a big movie scene?" She snapped back. She held up a picture of the destruction from almost 6 years ago. "Thousands of humans lives were lost that day. Your alien friends are to blame."

"My family fought for your race's survival. Any casualty was the result of the attack from the Decepticons." Ryanna's tone changed dramatically as she spoke and sat up straight.

"There are no good or bad aliens. You are human. They are aliens. You belong here. They belong out there in space."

She scoffed. "Is this an interrogation or and intervention?"

"This is interrogation."

"Really? Because I've been interrogated by the Cons and it was infinitely worse than this. If you're​ going to try to get me to give Autobot location, I'm going to have to kindly tell you to fuck off, because I don't know where anyone of them are. And I won't kill any humans, if that's what you're worried about. I could honestly care less if there was any one of you near me. You don't attack me, I don't attack you."

"Why don't you attack? I mean, you claim us humans are unethical, right?"

"You've been killing off my family one by one." Ryanna glared at her.

"So why don't you avenge them? Why don't you wipe out the entire race?"

"Because it's not what my father would want."

"Your father. Optimus Prime, correct? You carry his name?"

"And I always will. Your governing body tried to make me an orphan. My father will never let you take me away."

"Is that why he left our planet then?"

Ryanna went quiet, tears almost welling up in her bright eyes. "My father left to protect your race. You should be grateful that he's sacrificing himself for your pathetic kind."

"How long has it been since he left?"

"In your time, almost three years."

"Three years, yeah... Don't you think that he'd be back by now?"

"No."

"Really? Why's that?"

"My father left to hide a relic that could bring extinction to your world. He's saving billions of human lives. You should feel grateful.

"After he killed Da--" Kenneth cut herself off short. "Harold Attinger?"

Ryanna got a small smile as she stifled a laugh. "You were about to say dad, weren't you?"

Kenneth didn't say anything, a bright pink forming on her face.

"I knew you resembled someone I've met before. You're that psycho-CIA agent's daughter."

"He wasn't insane!" She shouted.

"And I'm not a girl with and alien for a parent." Ryanna just laughed. "I understand completely now. This isn't for a crime at all. No. No, this... This whole thing is just because you wanted to see the one who killed your father. And since he isn't here, let's play revenge and exile his little girl. The perfect plan!"

Kenneth sat herself down, her face now bright red.

"But, when I last checked, accusing someone with a crime as revenge is against the law, isn't it?" She shook her head. "Face it, you won't catch me." She packed up her tattered messenger bag and pulled it over her shoulder. She opened the door. "Good day, Mindy." And with the slam of a door, the 14 billion-year old was off the radar again in a matter of seconds.