He feels her stimulation where she's in contact with his open door, radiating off her like heat. A quick reflexive check of his scanners told him that she was not, in fact, anywhere near calming down. But her reaction just moments ago to him causing the effects to intensify momentarily stall the offer that he isn't even sure he should make.

Knock Out, ever meticulous about monitoring his own frame, does not miss the incremental rise in his own temperature in simpatico response. Still, the silence yawns another moment or two.

"What if then, not privacy, but an assist..."