Well it's a little about reach, isn't it? Knock Out snarks silently, but then Mizuki has latched onto him and he wisely just holds still. It's not that he can't feel it. Indeed, his medic-tuned sensor net will give him everything from the pressure density of her grip to the temperature of her skin where it contacts him. It's just that it feels...
Slag it all. He's getting practically maudlin.
And then something peculiar happens.
Knock Out's been running an ongoing assessment of his injuries in the back cache of his processor since the OTO base. It evaluated all of his systems and gives him an aggregated readout in percent of his damages, and alerts him whenever there's a change.
Blip goes the percentage alert, ticking downward. Blip. Blip blip.
Moreover is the sensation of individual metal fragments being expelled from where they were lodged by the explosion. It's painful in a way - that is shrapnel grinding against living metal as it moves, after all - but there's an almost immediate relief that follows it.
Mizuki finally lets go and Knock Out regards her in equal parts suspicion and dry humour. "Something you want to enlighten me about, little racer?"
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Slag it all. He's getting practically maudlin.
And then something peculiar happens.
Knock Out's been running an ongoing assessment of his injuries in the back cache of his processor since the OTO base. It evaluated all of his systems and gives him an aggregated readout in percent of his damages, and alerts him whenever there's a change.
Blip goes the percentage alert, ticking downward. Blip. Blip blip.
Moreover is the sensation of individual metal fragments being expelled from where they were lodged by the explosion. It's painful in a way - that is shrapnel grinding against living metal as it moves, after all - but there's an almost immediate relief that follows it.
Mizuki finally lets go and Knock Out regards her in equal parts suspicion and dry humour. "Something you want to enlighten me about, little racer?"