"Somewhere we can have a considerably more private chat," Knock Out sneers, his voice smug and vicious all at once. The dashboard lights up as he speaks, its eerie red glow almost menacing as he speeds through the city streets with his fleshy little cargo in tow. Oh, she'll think twice about bothering him again once he's through with her -- he's sure of it. "That is what you wanted, isn't it? To talk?"