Knock Out lets his saws roll to a stop, but he doesn't trust that this isn't a trick just yet. His optics flash, looking over Rodimus carefully. He's flashy, like Knock Out, but more garish -- he's land-based, looks like he turns into a pretty sleek vehicle. Knock Out would like to see that. The shoulder injury doesn't look fresh, but it does look pretty significant. Looks mostly untreated -- maybe a few weeks old. Knock Out circles slowly around Rodimus, sizing him up, saws still out.

"Looking to switch sides, are we? We don't get a lot of those." Knock Out's optics settle on Rodimus's injured shoulder for a moment, brightening. "Let me guess -- you didn't like the health plan."