Ugh, finally. Knock Out shudders out a sigh of relief through his vents as the skinjob finally leaves his cab, and he makes a point of locking his doors as soon as Eusine is gone. That had been...odd. Organics are always a funny sort, but this one had been particularly peculiar. Knock Out can't say he feels good about the fact that a two-bit fleshie like this guy had apparently spotted him in so many places over the last few years. He's starting to feel like he's overextended his time on this planet by a year or so.

Meet again someday...right. Like that's going to happen. Knock Out's engines rev haughtily as the traffic finally starts to move again, and the second he gets an opportunity he breaks away from the main road, tires squealing.