He couldn’t help it, honestly. The small smile that threatened to tug at his lips at the sight of you. Cowering behind the counter, only your eyes peeking over the edge. He followed your gaze, finally finding the source of your distrust. You’ve got to be kidding me. He bit back a snicker, folding his arms over his chest. “Babe. It’s a toaster. Not a monster.” The half-Galra rose a brow, understanding your confusion. You were an alien, after all.