Knock Out lets his hands fall to his sides with a huff, but obediently stands still so Rogue can work loose the pieces. Up close, it is more evident that the large sections of armor plating on his body actually weren't - they are comprised of dozens of smaller pieces, all interlocked with such impeccable precision that their seams are nigh invisible until the light strikes them.

But he seems to have a fine motor control over each piece as he followed her movements, each section of plating lifting slightly to expose a darker grey metallic underneath that gleams with an almost iridescent sheen. The movements also reveal delicate traceries of wires and gear mechanisms, but it gives her enough clearance for her fingers to grasp the corn tassel strings and pull them free.

"Mmph," he jolts just a little as she works at a stubborn piece of stalk that was pinched between two segments, and his plating flares out reflexively. "So that's what's been itching up against my protoform for two days."