She watches him sit, marveling at how easily he moves while being so large and powerful. It's like with the Sentinels except not the least bit terrifying. With Knock Out, she can appreciate what he is because she knows who he is and doesn't have an ounce of fear of him within her. (The ocean of fear for him isn't something she's willing to openly acknowledge yet.)

Stepping over to the area he'd indicated, she pauses partway down to the ground, peering up at him in consideration. He really is so much larger than her...

She straightens up again and instead moves over to pat his leg. "You mind if I sit up here?" she asks, not wanting to assume he'll be okay with something like this. He's not a jungle-gym, after all.