Knock Out remains in vehicle mode at the curb, rolling back into a new patch of sun and doing a very distinct comfortable settling on his tires, like someone snuggling into an old armchair with a pleased sigh.

On the sidewalk, the holoform shakes its head. "No," he replied to her question. "This thing is just bent light and code strings, it doesn't have anything 'inside'. Don't worry, I ate earlier." Even given his admittedly sporadic appetite lately, he did try to make sure he fueled regularly. Some days went better than others with that.

But he'll go with her up to the counter, and offer to pay for her order if she lets him, and defers to her preference for sitting inside or out.