Knock Out opens his mouth to welcome her back, initially too relieved that her undertaking is done when she goes past him without a word, straight to the tool chests used for vehicle maintenance and rifling through them.

And then, with a sinking in his spark, realizes that such an easy outcome was nowhere near the truth. "Rogue," he began, setting down the tools he'd been using and standing. One of the metal drawers clangs shut, too loud and echoing in the high-ceilinged room.

"Rogue, what happened?" he tries again. His hands come close, like they want to pull her back from her frantic searching, but he doesn't touch.