Once she's moved back, Knock Out straightens up again and at her question, shifts his weight experimentally from pede to pede, armor platelets flexing and shifting before he shakes his head. "I can't feel anything else, no. Thank you for cleaning them out... hopefully there's no more cornfield treks in our near future."
Rogue was right about him about him appreciating the opportunity to move around. Pressing one clawed hand to his opposite shoulder, he rolled it to loosen tension there. Although their drive had not been hard - no rough terrain, all smooth highways for the most part - Knock Out had gotten used to being in bipedal mode most of the time since being recalled to the Nemesis. Aside from the few minutes on the country roadside to address Rogue's panic attack, the last 48 hours in his alt mode were the longest stretch he'd done in the last few years. He wasn't sore, just a touch stiff.
"If I'd known we were going to hang out here," he said wryly, looking back at her. "I'd have suggested you get a tray of coffees instead of just one."
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Rogue was right about him about him appreciating the opportunity to move around. Pressing one clawed hand to his opposite shoulder, he rolled it to loosen tension there. Although their drive had not been hard - no rough terrain, all smooth highways for the most part - Knock Out had gotten used to being in bipedal mode most of the time since being recalled to the Nemesis. Aside from the few minutes on the country roadside to address Rogue's panic attack, the last 48 hours in his alt mode were the longest stretch he'd done in the last few years. He wasn't sore, just a touch stiff.
"If I'd known we were going to hang out here," he said wryly, looking back at her. "I'd have suggested you get a tray of coffees instead of just one."