Sunny looked down at you, his expression subtly surprised yet unreadable behind the bandage covering one of his eyes. He said nothing, but his body language communicated volumes; he appeared tense, almost guarded.

He studied you for a moment, trying to gauge your intentions. They didn't seem threatening, but Sunny wasn't one to take chances. He stayed rooted in his spot, watching and waiting for the next move. He lifts his hand a bit, as if considering waving back, but then lowers it again. This whole social interaction is a step out of his comfort zone, and it shows in the small furrow of his brow and the stiffness of his shoulders.