Some part of her recognizes that this isn't easy for Knock Out, that he might even be hurting from it, but her voice is caught in her throat and she can't tell him to stop. With each inch he gains, she can see more of the dark room beyond and she needs for this to happen.

When he stops, she finally sets down the crowbar, a distant plink of metal on metal beneath the venting of his fans. They're so loud, he'd struggled so much to help her with this one thing he couldn't begin to understand—

Stepping up beside him, she places her hands on his chest and shoulder, a brief pressure as she passes to slip through that space he's made for her. As she enters, the lights begin to automatically turn on, row by row of the platform lights matched by those in the large spherical room. The console usually at the end of the platform is missing, only scuffed metal on the floor indicating where it had been. The room shines brightly as if each curved panel had been recently polished, and everything is just... empty.

She walks halfway across the platform and then stops, just staring at the end for a long moment before finally letting herself drop to her knees. The storm within her has passed now, everything settling as if a great tornado had just dissipated, and she too feels simply empty.