That she has a 'quota' of apologies makes her smile. She has apologized quite a lot in the last few minutes, hasn't she? It helps chase away most of her nerves, leaving only a last few traces that mingle with the excitement rising up inside her again.

His eyes are entrancing, their brightness unlike what she's seen before. And the way he touches her, watches her... From any other being, she might be afraid of such an examination, the motions reminding her distantly of other times she didn't care to remember. But this is Knock Out, and so she trusts him and allows herself to enjoy the exploration. It's been so long since anyone touched her like this without ill intent.

She can feel his touch through her pants, the thin material designed for comfort providing little barrier between them &mdash a fact made exceptionally clear as he presses his knuckles between her legs. It's pure instinct that has her gasping and leaning closer, wanting more pressure and friction, needing him to touch her. Please. One of her hands reaches out for his arm, her legs still unsteady and unlikely to support her if he gives her what she needs.

Later, she might be a bit embarrassed at how quickly that simple touch sets her pulse racing, but in this moment she doesn't care. She's fairly certain that Knock Out won't judge her and that's all that matters to her.