For a second or two Andy thought maybe this was just a man in a suit. Until he started moving.

Andy takes an instinctive step back, because this isn't a man advancing on him. It can't be, not making noises like that just to walk. There's something about the way the metal man moves that's just wrong, wrong in a way Andy doesn't have the words for. He'd make a break for it right then and there, except for that gun currently leveled at his chest. He learned a bit about guns at Kent, and he's never seen a gun like this before. Slowly he raises his hands and spreads his palms open.

"You're... you're not a cop," Andy sputters, staying where he is. "What are you?"