Knockout couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation as he returned from one of his missions. Because he quite literally got ran by a train. He rapped his knuckles against one of the walls, the sound echoing through the corridor, in an attempt to alleviate his annoyance.

Eventually, deciding to leave The Nemesis and go for a walk, he teetered a bit with his rather dusty bodywork, otherwise bright. He wasn't in the mood of rinsing.

"Just— great."

He let it slip from his vocalizer.