He's glad that she's laughing, glad that he's able to keep her in the present. While he doesn't know what she's been through, had no inkling because it's never been a subject they every broached (why would they, when it causes her such distress?) but Knock Out understands the need to occupy one's thoughts with the mundane.
"I don't know, it was kind of cute? In a scaly, toothy sort of way? Breakdown was happy, that was the important part. Not even a groon planetside and he wanted to adopt a pet. I told him he had to put it back, but it was quite the welcome to Earth. Our own little personal mascot for the stay, I guess."
The chorno tells him that they've been driving about four hours while he spins his tales, and that it's after 1AM now. His turn signal flashes right, sliding two lanes to take the ramp that curls up a gentle hill toward a quiet service station. "You should stretch and refill your water," he says as he parks. Not to mention there are other bodily functions that she may need to attend, that Knock Out doesn't need to deal with. At this hour, the rest of the parking lot is empty except for some semi-trucks in the far area, their drivers probably sleeping. The service center is lit though, tended by a pair of bored looking staffers. This clearly isn't a high-volume rest stop.
"We're still a good fourteen hours out of De Chima," he adds after a moment, kindly. "You should try and get some sleep, if you can. My backseat wasn't really built for comfort, but you managed to make it work before." When she'd gotten copiously drunk at one of the Swear-Ins, decided that he was her ride home, and promptly fallen asleep while he drove them back to Jeopardy.
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"I don't know, it was kind of cute? In a scaly, toothy sort of way? Breakdown was happy, that was the important part. Not even a groon planetside and he wanted to adopt a pet. I told him he had to put it back, but it was quite the welcome to Earth. Our own little personal mascot for the stay, I guess."
The chorno tells him that they've been driving about four hours while he spins his tales, and that it's after 1AM now. His turn signal flashes right, sliding two lanes to take the ramp that curls up a gentle hill toward a quiet service station. "You should stretch and refill your water," he says as he parks. Not to mention there are other bodily functions that she may need to attend, that Knock Out doesn't need to deal with. At this hour, the rest of the parking lot is empty except for some semi-trucks in the far area, their drivers probably sleeping. The service center is lit though, tended by a pair of bored looking staffers. This clearly isn't a high-volume rest stop.
"We're still a good fourteen hours out of De Chima," he adds after a moment, kindly. "You should try and get some sleep, if you can. My backseat wasn't really built for comfort, but you managed to make it work before." When she'd gotten copiously drunk at one of the Swear-Ins, decided that he was her ride home, and promptly fallen asleep while he drove them back to Jeopardy.