She narrowed her eyes at him as he reached for the usual place one kept a weapon, leaning back into a position from which she could easily attack should the need arise. "Please remain calm," she stated, knowing the last thing needed at the moment was attention drawn to them.
"I am not familiar with the term Cylon," she told him. "And I don't understand why you would want to kill a toaster." Toasters seemed a rather innocent contraption to her, unless one were to stick their hand into one.