The car door snaps shut and then Knock Out is expanding, unfolding from the shape of the sports car to height again before crouching down next to her, distress at her state evident on his face plates. Clawed digits rest on her back as she crouches in the grass and then begin stroking downward over the thin material of her new shirt.

"Deep breaths," he says, and the words are accompanied by a minute vibration in the air and through his touch, a calming thrum that's reminiscent of the way his engine soothed her while she drifted to sleep.

"Just focus on my voice. I know it feels like you can't get air, but you can. One deep breath, let's try that... there you go..."