Knock Out sets the buffer and his personal stash of wax on the edge of the berth, a polishing cloth slung over his shoulder. He chuckles darkly, smiling viciously at Breakdown. "Oh, I guarantee it," he says, just a touch of a growl to his voice. "You deserve to watch, after all. It's the very least I can do after all that time you spent rusting in a TRIDENT cell without my even knowing about it."

With the slightly guilty, uneasy look that flits across his face for just a moment, it's about as close to a sincere apology as Knock Out usually gets. With a look of absolute resolution, he picks up the cloth to dab away a few smears of energon he'd missed earlier before he fires up the buffer.