Miriel wordlessly climbs into Orion's cab and moves to the passenger's seat. After adjusting her glasses, she folds her hands in her lap. "So – you are in need of assistance, but of which kind?" She looks around at his interior as she speaks. He looks quite similar to what she would expect a typical semi truck to look like, much like Starscream looked quite similar to what she expected a typical military jet to look like. "The more information you are able to provide me, the better."