The massive mech is a familiar sight rounding out the bay, moving back and forth between various workbenches containing half-assembled or finished inventions. Much as Luther's visits down here are a matter of pure business, a re-fitting of newer and better ways to kill and incapacitate, each time also feels a bit like Christmas: he finds his steps lengthening, speeding up a bit as he strides down the metal walkways towards the distant gleam of a red chassis. As ever, intrigued to see what Knock Out's managed to cook up this time.

As strange as it is to say about this arrangement: it's also been Luther's closest thing to interacting with Reginald Hargreeves' own kind of mad science. His father's various inventions, crackpot tech turned into weaponry and Televators and aerial flotation devices.

"What's on the menu today?" the man asks as he approaches, as if he's strolling into a particularly strange restaurant.