"Yeah, exactly." He watches Knock Out a while longer though, wondering if he'd gotten his point across well enough. He doesn't blame Knock Out. All he cares about is that, when he finally got out, Knock Out was there. He drops his hand again, resting it against the berth next to him as Knock Out works with the buffer.

Maybe he didn't say it very well, but he can still prove it with actions. Those always came easier to him, anyway.

"Hey, after this — want to drive?" It's been a while since he could really go all out, without worrying that his makeshift spare would wobble off. Surfing down a few dunes sounds pretty good right about now.