"You are the Decepticon Medic?" (Y/N) inquired, her tone revealing that she was not quite believing of this information as she watched Knockout place a buffer he had been doting himself with in its drawer. 

         "The one and only." The hot rod smirked, only to scowl at the human contaminating his otherwise sterile medical table. 

     She had her parka and animal skin pede- no, foot coverings on, as well as mittens and the hood was pulled up. The Nemesis had yet to warm enough for her small body to keep itself at an adequate temperature, the Decepticons not really needing such delicately manicured habitats. Knockout was informed (Y/N) would stay with him until Soundwave returned, having business elsewhere. Why they gave her to him was beyond his comprehension. He was a doctor and surgeon, yes, but by no means was he interested or even mildly prepared for any kind of human illness or disaster. He wanted no part in it. 

         "Ah," was her answer, "then you can tell me how these new optics will work?"

Knockout wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even Breakdown, but this small question was the start of his understanding of this human.

         "Oh please, like a primitive creature with a processing unit as slow as an earth snail can comprehend the complex robotics of Cybertronian technology." The mech huffed, "And that's not even considering the amount of minimizing this entire project has to go through!"

         "I'm glad to know my disability has not gone unnoticed," was (Y/N)'s simple, unperturbed answer, though her silence beforehand was long, "but while these lenses may be primitive, they are based on your own technology. Also, I had to base my energon extraction and transfer from solid to liquid state off of your own designs and advancements." She stared at the medic, who in turn, stared back with wide optics, rather stunned at her answer. "If you would kindly explain to me these new optics, I would be willing to listen and learn."

         "Uh-" Knockout looked at anything besides the human female, for once the shining green of her wide lenses creeping him out. Sure, it wasn't ever normal for a human, but he realized just how intelligent she might be, and that's what made these shining lenses disturbing. She knew she had a strange disability, though had not explained it to even Soundwave, or he would have informed Knockout, meaning this human could guess others thoughts and assumptions. Those lenses suddenly became the windows to an empty void that soberly grappled onto information and pulled it deep into itself. Like some ravenous beast easily pulling a struggling prey. This human femme knew herself and knew more about those around her than she let on, simply by observing them.

         "If not then I will know soon enough." Knockout had given her time to think with his awkward pause, and so (Y/N) had interrupted his own thoughts.

         "And you think you can guess these things without my help?" The cherry red medic scoffed, deciding that it'd be amusing to make her look like a fool with his advanced medical knowledge anyway. "Fine I'll teach you about these new optics of yours, but don't expect me to treat you like some newly recruited nurse!"

     And so Knockout begrudgingly expanded her range of motion by finding a thin platform (Y/N) had to balance on, in order to cross from the medical table to the computer terminal (he, by no means, was going to touch the organic). The medic was attempting to bring up the size they would be compared to a Cybertronian's basic optic size, trying to prove how difficult she was making things for him, but (Y/N) held no interest in his lamenting, and instead, started watching the symbols and signs float by. She couldn't make much of it, but after Knockout was met with pure silence, even after her usual interval of thought, he guessed she was determined to learn.

         "If you're planning on teaching yourself, I'm afraid it's a fruitless ordeal." He explained. "Even if you learned the Decepticon dialect, the Autobots created one all their own after all these years of war and I'm sure only Soundwave has bothered to study it."

     This time (Y/N) turned to acknowledge the mech, speaking after her usual silence.

         "Then I shall ask him to teach me if Megatron allows it."

         "That's Lord Megatron to you, fleshy." Knockout decided to play with his power over the human. "And if you wish, but after your new optics have replaced these idiotic contraptions," he poked at her lenses, only pushing her off balance, but (Y/N) caught herself with a foot, "there will be no need to learn our language because I've prepared them to identify it and connect it with your own words and definitions. These new optics may be small, but they are basically hard drives. They connect to your processor, or brain, and therefore allow for the filtering and comprehension of information."

     He was proud of himself, that much could be determined, but (Y/N) was more concerned with if Soundwave or Megatron had approved this. From what Soundwave had informed her (through recordings, of course), this medic was prone to fanciful misadventures and was just plain extra when it was rather unneeded. So, after her usual long silence, she asked her question.

         "And this was approved by your leader?"

         "Soundwave more or less suggested it." Knockout huffed, "I say it's absurd. You can hardly be trusted, but if the silent one suggests something Megatron is bound to agree. My theory is he plans on downloading the Autobot language into these new contraptions and you'll be all the wiser while in their ranks."

     (Y/N) nodded slowly, a thumb tapping her chin as she thought. Soundwave must think a bit more highly of her if he is entrusting her with the Autobot language. Unfortunately, it was only a theory, and so that might not have been the case at all. All she knew was that these knew optics were to act as hard drives and translators as well as her knew sight. She did not doubt Knockout's ability, though she doubted his confidence. 

     She learned he would have to use a human form, as Soundwave did while on her mountain. Knockout clearly disliked the idea and had later adjusted it to look like a miniature version of his robot form. The blank faced human femme was quite amused at this, having watched the dashing form of a young man fizzle out into pixels, only to come back together to form the red Cybertronian mech who visibly relaxed in delight of looking far from organic, though in both forms he was at least 7'5". He tested the motor function to ensure nothing was amiss before working on the miniscule optics for his test subject. 

     (Y/N) watched from a small distance, but while she was respectful of the working Cybertronian's space, Knockout found it unnerving with the unblinking stare and green shining lenses. She was also deathly still with folded arms behind her back, feet apart to appear as a waiting soldier at ease. 

     Finally, after many long minutes of her staring, Knockout spoke.

         "Are you going to simply stand there and act all eerie or actually show some interest like you were earlier?" He huffed out, going back to his work as she thought. When she gave no answer, Knockout was about to grumble at her again, only to glance towards the woman and jump from her sudden close proximity. "Don't do that! This is delicate equipment, even more so with how fragging small they are! One slip of my servo could ruin the circuitry."

         "My apologies," she answered after her usual pause, "I did not see a reason to voice my closer presence since you appeared to have expected it."

     Knockout only grumbled and started to look for the miniaturized tool he had taken several hours to make. He did not trust human tools even if they were small enough for the task at hand. About ready to give up he lifted himself from kneeling on the surface of his computer terminal (still needing the screen to ensure he was following his own instruction), only to spy the tool in its designated place. He looked to (Y/N), who in turn stared at him with the green reflection of the lights, even though the computer glowed red.  

         "You're certainly an odd human specimen."

         "I have often been described as peculiar." She nodded.