"I'm fine," Knock Out says, a little sharply, but he does relax visibly once the door is sealed. He doesn't seem all that bothered by Sollux's company, not as much as he'd used to before, and he gestures to the room at large, inviting Sollux to take a seat pretty much wherever. "Lord Megatron, on the other hand..."

But rather than finishing that sentence, he just makes a face, digging through a cabinet to locate a glass -- and then apparently gives up and just grabs a clean beaker off his worktable, pouring himself a healthy dose of the home-brewed high grade. It's not triple-filtered engex by any stretch of the imagination, but it'll get the job done.

"I'd watch your step around here from now on," he finally adds, his voice suddenly low, giving Sollux a sidelong glance. It's a much more charitable piece of advice than he'd have been inclined to give Sollux a few months ago, but then, things have...changed, haven't they. Little by little. He takes a sip from the beaker -- the stuff burns all the way down to his fuel tanks, but that's about as expected. He shudders a little all the same. "Things have just taken a very nasty turn for the Decepticons, and I don't expect Megatron's going to make this ship a pleasant place for anyone for some time."