If it were anyone other than Breakdown, they wouldn't have gotten away with a move like that. Grabbing him bodily like that without warning? That's usually grounds for a saw blade to the arm. But Knock Out has always made exceptions where Breakdown is concerned, and all that happens is that his optics widen slightly as Breakdown spins him around, and he resets his vocalizer with a prim little noise once his feet are on the ground, as though to maintain some outward sense of dignity. "Watch the finish, now," he says mildly, but there's no real weight to it, and he's still smiling.

"We will make them regret what they've done to you," he adds in a promisingly menacing tone, crossing over to a storage compartment in the medibay to retrieve his buffer. Breakdown can say what he wants about the finish, but Knock Out's not going to feel like his work is done until that arm shines. There's a glint in his optics, hard and intent. "Make no mistake, Breakdown...I've got more than a few ways in mind to make them suffer for it."