"No," Knock Out says, sounding bored, but he keeps watching them for a few seconds, until it becomes apparent that they're heading straight for his and Breakdown's location. He pulls back a few feet, slowly, inching closer to Breakdown. Anyone else would have perceived that move as afraid -- but Knock Out's not afraid, just cautious, and he and Breakdown have always fared better when they stick together. His engine rumbles quietly, almost tersely.

"Whatever they are, they're heading straight for us," he says, his voice sharper, a little more alive. He's interested, at least. "And by Primus, are they ugly..."