Knock Out crouches outside the door, his face and chassis filling the narrow gap in the door with red and white. His optics automatically adjust to the increasing light level inside the strange spherical room, but his gaze is focused intently on Rogue.

For a moment she's still, staring at something that he can't see, either because it's out of his vantage or it's simply not there. He suspects the latter.

It still doesn't make it any easier to watch Rogue fall to her knees like her strings have been cut, and his spark flip-flops in trepidation. The door groans as he tries to force it further open, but the give has hit its limit (and honestly, so has he) and it refuses to budge further. The opening is far too small for either of his forms to even attempt. Reflexively he reaches for the holoform program, but he just dismissed it and it's already entered its debugging stage, and it doesn't re-materialize.

"Rogue, come back," he calls instead, low but urgent, as if afraid of startling her. "Please."