To say Thomas wasn’t completely shocked would be false. He immediately dropped a bag of groceries, and hands flew to his inner coat to grip his gun.
"… What the Hell are you?"
His hands stayed in place, not revealing the gun, but yet to trust whatever was before him enough to rest his arms at his sides.
People unused to high levels of technology, such as an A series, often expressed shock at their appearance. Earth was such a low level planet when it came to such things.
Still, they were ingenious in other ways. At least, it would think that with the conflicting scans the man’s appearance was allowing it.
“I am an A series PANDA unit. A Personal Android Assistant. I apologize if you find my current form unappealing, master. What do you wish for me to change into to make you feel more at ease?”











