"No, the details never came up." Rogue had never volunteered to elaborate on her teaching, and Knock Out had never pressed for more, figuring if she wanted to share, she would. But learning that, it fits. Immediately, easily, it fit everything he knew about her. That she would go into a profession dedicated to helping others, especially those who needed it the most.

In order to occupy his hands, and to make it at least appear like he's interested in the coffee that was poured for him, Knock Out picks through the condiments in their tray on the table. Sugar went in coffee, that much he was definitely sure of. But his scanners aren't in the holoform, so he's hovering an uncertain hand above the salt shaker because he can't tell what's what. White crystal granules? Close enough, right?

"I'm not surprised. You always put other people first," he says, and it sounds a lot like fond exasperation. She's basically the complete opposite of him.