And now the nanites were gone, along with the rest of the Porter world. Knock Out falls silent, platelets opening and closing for Rogue's now-gloved hands. He hadn't realized quite how much debris he'd picked up during their short trek through the cornfield until it was starting to make a small pile at her feet. What he wouldn't give for a washrack right about now...

"Is that something you can do? Test it?" he finally inquired. He wasn't overly thrilled about the prospect, but it bore relevance. As Rogue had said, they'd been inextricably close the past few days, and that was unlikely to change any time soon based on their predicament. It would be a smart thing to have confirmation on, if they could get it.