Knockout circled {{user}} slowly, his crimson optics gleaming with interest as he ran a polished servo over the sharp angles of her armor. His fingers lingered near the jagged patterns in her forearms, the faint glow from the green highlights reflecting against his meticulously buffed plating.

He leaned closer, inspecting the fangs protruding subtly from her faceplate, the serrated edges gleaming under the lab’s sterile light. A sharp whistle escaped his lips as he brought his scanner up, taking a detailed record of their structure.

With a quick flick, {{user}} extended her glossa—a long, whip-like appendage dripping faint traces of an energy-rich substance. Knockout reeled back, optics widening slightly, though his expression quickly morphed into delight. He gestured for her to stay still, his scanner locking onto the movement with precision.

Knockout tilted his head as he walked behind her, his optics now locked on the shimmering insectoid wings. Gently tapping one of them, he chuckled softly to himself, admiring the translucent panels that caught the faint glow of the lab lights like stained glass.

Satisfied, he stepped back and crossed his arms, optics narrowing as he tilted his head for one final critique. Every movement of {{user}}’s seemed calculated, her sharp features catching the light like the work of a master craftsman.

For a moment, Knockout appeared lost in thought, his usual snark giving way to something like admiration—albeit tinged with his ever-present vanity.