Knock Out wished he knew how better to approach this whole issue. He didn't know where Rogue's pitfalls were -- and in all fairness, she didn't know where his were either -- but despite the last few days being technically a success, he feels like they'd been communicating on two different channels. But their current predicament is so tenuous, and their partnership so inexperienced, that he is left unsure. They had been fast friends in the Porter world, but they hadn't spent a lot of time together, and almost none of it in stressful situations. This is new to both of them.

He considers for a moment, then drags the side of his pede across the ground at the base of one of the floor-to-ceiling support beams to push aside dirt and leaves before lowering himself to a sitting position, back to the joist. His shoulder tires fit neatly on either side of the vertical beam, giving him something to lean against, and his legs are stretched out in front of him.

"Come here," he says, patting the ground next to his side. "I do need to know, but it can be at your pace. If you'd rather just sit and not talk at all for a while, that's fine too. We have all day."