Knock Out ex-vents in a startled burst when he realizes where her assumptions lay, and it's so askew to the actual problem that he laughs because he doesn't know how to properly respond to it otherwise.
"No," he says helplessly, and leans into her, tucking his head into her shoulder. (His own, still damaged, is a long-forgotten ache by this point.)
"No, I expected that much. That's not..."
His plating seams expand further, inviting. Ignoring the stray fizzles of current, Knock Out reaches for one such parted gap in his forearm where bundles of wires and connecting cables are visible. The slender tips of his claws have no trouble slipping into the narrow juncture, pinching and rolling the wires in his grip. It doesn't look like he's doing much, but the rev of his engine picks up again.
"Like this," he says, his voice crackling at the edges with static once more. "And what you did with my crests... everything carries a charge... if I build enough, I'll overload."
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"No," he says helplessly, and leans into her, tucking his head into her shoulder. (His own, still damaged, is a long-forgotten ache by this point.)
"No, I expected that much. That's not..."
His plating seams expand further, inviting. Ignoring the stray fizzles of current, Knock Out reaches for one such parted gap in his forearm where bundles of wires and connecting cables are visible. The slender tips of his claws have no trouble slipping into the narrow juncture, pinching and rolling the wires in his grip. It doesn't look like he's doing much, but the rev of his engine picks up again.
"Like this," he says, his voice crackling at the edges with static once more. "And what you did with my crests... everything carries a charge... if I build enough, I'll overload."