"Mmhmm. One would hope." Knock Out takes a half-step to the side and gestures with a sweep of his arm, his gaze alert and his smile somewhat mocking. "Well, Rodimus, after you. Let me escort you aboard the Conquest."

As if he's going to let Rodimus walk behind him. Knock Out's not convinced of Rodimus's sincerity, and with good reason, because Rodimus is a terrible fucking liar.

"I'll be your CMO. You can call me Knock Out. And as your medical officer..." Knock Out's optics flick over Rodimus's frame. "I'd recommend a physical."