Knock Out finally stops what he's doing to give Rogue his full attention, expression a mix of consternation and compassion. "You shouldn't. We're not the same. You don't hold me to human standards, why would I hold you to a mecha one? As long as we're finding a middle ground, we're doing all right."

Her phone chirps sincerity/emphasis/reassurance in glyphs, even as Knock Out's tone softens further. "And you do understand me, Rogue. Moreso than I'd have ever expected from someone else. I'm grateful for it."