It's beyond fascinating to get such a close view of his body and the intricate ways it works. She'd always wondered how his form managed to change so easily and now she can see how it would be possible, those smaller pieces able to rearrange much more easily than the larger sections they appear to be. And every time she gets a glimpse of the wires and gears and that metallic surfaces beneath... He's beautiful in ways she'd never before understand.

Not that she would tell him that. Knock Out might mean the world to her but he does not need any additional boost to his vanity.

When he suddenly moves, it takes her by surprise, his plating shifting faster than it has before that moment. One hand instinctively raises to press against the plating that seemed to come so very close to hitting her in the face, her adrenaline spiking from how the movement startled her— And then she's jerking away, almost throwing herself backward away from him, clutching her hands to her chest and staring up at him in fear. One second passes, two, and she's sending a prayer of thanks to whatever deity might be listening that her powers hadn't had time to activate.

"Knock Out, you have to stand still," she tells him firmly, struggling to keep her tone even and not shout at him as she had on the road. He doesn't deserve that but he doesn't understand what's at stake. "I don't wanna hurt you."