For a moment, Knock Out is paralyzed with the conflicting urge to do awful, terrible violence to this cocky little skinjob and the knowledge that he can't. He looks totally outraged, optics wide and flashing, teeth bared -- he looks for a moment as though he might try to just power through the pain and harm her anyway -- and then he lets out a guttural snarl of frustration and transforms quickly with an agitated snap of plating and immediately drives away, tires screeching.