The attitude was enough to make her pause, and then Elita laughed, shaking her helm in amusement before dipping it in a nod in response to the bow.

"I suppose it is, and I will, if nothing else comes up. This isn't practical enough, after all." She gestured to herself, and then cast a look around the workshop again.

"But, perhaps I should let you finish with your work. It'd be a pity to leave you... non-matching." Slight teasing tone; she does understand the urge, but while she's as well appointed as possible around here, Knock Out, clearly, is a lot more vain than she'd ever be.