Knock Out would not look much better, if he were in root mode and their physical tells were of the same sort. It had not been an easy night for either of them, whether they knew it or not. Far from the supposedly restful separation that each had intended for the other.

The affectionate tap on his hood swells amity in him, the reassuring gesture held over from their days sharing an address in Jeopardy. After that first meeting, she always made it a point to greet him when she left in the mornings and when she returned from her daily outings, if he was there. The purpose of having an Earth-based alt mode might have been to blend in, but it had also become a logistical necessity while living there, and none of the other housemates had been so diligent in acknowledging him.

It had made him feel more normal, and less like an outsider, even among fellow imPorts.

"Good morning Rogue," he replies, and his field bends around her briefly before rebounding. His tone is warm, carefully stripped of any of the previous night's anxieties. They'll need to come up with some semblance of a travel plan for the day, but first...

"Let's see, step one: find a drive-thru for coffee?"