Toland spasmed for a moment, being caugh off guard twice in a literal matter of seconds. He should of known that the HK-51 unit he had worked on weeks ago would be persistent, but being close to a stalker never came to mind.

"I'm sorry, one second," Toland asked Tadia politely with a hint of embarrassment.

He turned to HK, grabbed the droid by the "shoulders" and stared him directly into his sensors.

"I'm sorry, but this is getting to be a little much," Toland told the droid outright. "I am not your master. I don't want I be your master. I want you to find the person with the most facial hair in this room and make him your master. That is a direct order!"

With that done, Toland turned back to Tadia with as much composure he could muster and saluted her.

"Private Toland Vas, at your service. Not a complete idiot and yes, good with droids. My big metal friend here is Betuu. Say hi."

"Hi," Betuu copies as if he were a big weaponize parrot.

"Also, side note," Toland added in, "I don't condone anything the HK unit just said before. He's not mine."