It really puts a jump in Knock Out's spark to see Breakdown just plain enjoying himself. He doesn't even really mind as some of the sand sprays in his direction -- he just drives out of the way, shaking it off as he circles around in front of Breakdown again, and lets out a low, pleased chuckle.

"Not bad at all," Knock Out agrees, cutting deep tracks in the sand. This really isn't the sort of terrain his tires were made for, and he could be going faster, but Breakdown is a lot more all-terrain than he is. He'd like to get to a road, but he can be patient enough to let his partner play around in the sand for a bit first. "But I bet you could get some real air out of something a little more solid...hm?"

His attention is pulled away from Breakdown as he spots something trekking across the sand in the distance -- a whole crowd of somethings, in fact. They're small, smaller even than some of the local sentient organics, but they're moving quite deliberately through the desert -- and fast, at that. Hm. He'd thought the desert was inhospitable enough to keep most of the fleshies away.

"Do you see that, Breakdown?" he says, his voice more idly curious than concerned. "And here I thought we had this whole sandtrap to ourselves."