Mildly surprised by the request but not put off by it, Knock Out nods agreement. Rather than make Rogue hoist herself up, he flattens his hand and rests it halfway between the floor and the top of his leg, so that she can use it as a step to climb up.

The lower part of his leg -- the red armored portion that as a whole was his pede -- might be too bulky to make much of a seat. But the thigh area was unarmored, mostly flat and silver, suitable for sitting. Like his chassis had been when she'd touched him before, the metal had an ambient warmth to it.

"Better?" he asks, once she's found a secure spot.