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？”
