"Trust me, I'm going," Knock Out drawls, pulling forward past Miko. Skulking, right. He pauses before he picks up much speed, though, adjusting a side mirror to catch a glimpse of Miko. What a spirited little organic she is.

"I'll be on my way...just make sure you remember to look both ways before you cross the street, fleshling. And I wouldn't go chasing down any more strange cars -- if you know what's good for you."

He lets out a dark chuckle -- sort of ominous-sounding, honestly -- before he puts metal to the pedal and guns it, tires squealing as he speeds around the corner.