Knock Out's working peaceably on the handheld scanner at his makeshift worktable, carefully soldering transistors into place with the tip of one finger transformed into a micro-welder. The scanner was perhaps 3/4 built by this point, having come together more smoothly than he'd anticipated. He only hoped it would do the job he needed it to do when the time came.

After they'd returned to the garage and cleaned themselves up, Knock Out had addressed his bashed pauldron plating. A collection of tools withdrawn from his subspace that seemed to be specifically for bodywork, pushing and pressing the metal back into position. It seemed like familiar work to him, even if somewhat awkward on his own shoulder for reach, but now the normally smooth curvature had been manipulated back into a semblance of its normal roundness.

"Self-repair will take care of the rest," he'd explained, applying a thin layer of nanite gel from his repair kit over the roughest spots. "It's the equivalent of a deep tissue bruise. Nothing's broken, just... tender. Give it a few days and it'll be like it never happened."

He'd rested too, worn out from their earlier exertions, but not gone fully into recharge, too many thoughts spinning through his processor. When they seemed disinclined to leave him be, he'd changed tactics and buried himself in work again.

"Rest well?" he asked, when he saw Rogue getting up from her nest of blankets.