"Out here?" Knock Out asks, surprised. But his mind replays the events of the last day, Rogue's constant stress and underlying fear, and everything he learned overnight while she slept. Is it any wonder she doesn't want to feel alone right now, even for something as innocuous as breakfast? His voice softens.

"There's another option... the holoform. The building is well within my functional range." Some mechs could manipulate their avatars miles away, but Knock Out had neither the extended range equipment for that, nor the experience. But for the truck stop interior and the restaurant from the parking lot, and for as short a time as they'd likely need it, that was easy.

He calls the program up from its file, only to make a perturbed sound. "Wait, it's still got the design for that party. One moment, I have to reconfigure it or it'll stand out too much."

Knock Out lapses into silence for a few minutes, mentally revising the projection's parameters, and then suddenly in the other seat the human-shaped holoform fritzes into being with a ripple of suspended pixels. Rather than wearing the stylish suit that had fit the Swear-In's formal dress theme, the construct is now clad in casual jeans and a navy buttoned shirt. It's an interesting contrast to the red hair and red eyes it still sports, and Knock Out makes a few minor corrections to subtle light refraction and texture rendering before apparently being satisfied.

"Well? Does it pass muster?" the holoform asks lightly.