Sollux frowns at seeing how that obviously hasn't provided much comfort. It's not that he doesn't understand why. He'd be pretty perilously single minded in the same situation. He just still feels like he owes the guy for helping him get his powers back, and he sure as hell doesn't want this bullshit happening to anyone else, even if Knock Out is an asshole fuckface.

He takes out his phone to try to find Legion's #Watch ID, but as he's staring out a desert, a renewed surge of impatience rises in him as well. Rising up into the air a little he glances down at Breakdown and pockets his phone for a moment.

"Right after I try something," he says.

He rises up a couple meters more to make sure the bot is out of the way before lifting his sunglasses and swiveling a huge red and blue eye laser blast across the large valley ahead of them - allegedly the area where recent attacks had been localized.

Then, with bizarre levity, he slides his sunglasses back on and sinks to Breakdown's side again.

"Okay fuck, now let's hide or something and see if anybody comes out."