Anakin looked at her from behind his sunglasses, his eyes darting from her face to the random aisle rack of air fresheners. Because that was a cheesy excuse that only worked in kid movies.
He snapped the fidget spinner in his fist and held up his metal hand.
This young woman was weird. The kind of weird he was starting to get used to running into this area. And he had a way to check the base line level of weird he was dealing with.
"Tell me what you see, is my hand light gray or black and gold?"