No the fuck you weren't, Falcon doesn't say, because that would imply he's willing to talk to Kira about this. Which he's not, by the way. He just wants the asshole to leave so he can browse in peace.

It seems his wish, at least, is granted, although not without a snide comment. Fucking bastard. Falcon pretends not to hear, unwilling to play along.

He takes out piece after piece, cracking open some, putting others back. He won't use all these parts immediately, but it's good to have backup? He's precise in his movements, a human could never take these out without a screwdriver to help them, not without breaking them.

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"What the-"

And then there's a crash, and Falcon instinctively jumps back with his hands raised, combat parameters active- fucking Kira, what the fuck? The pieces he's gathered clatter all over the ground, some of them getting crushed under his feet due his rapid movement.

And then he starts blurting out shitty immitations of a stageplay on top of the shelf, into a microphone that echoes throughout the whole store, plainly making fun of Falcon. This fucking piece of shit- Falcon growls audibly, his finger caps sliding back in place again.

"What does it take for you to leave me alone and shut the fuck up," he snarls, angrily glaring at Kira. "Look what you've done, you shitty meatbag!"

He gestures at the scattered, broken pieces of technology he'd gathered- half of them now useless.

"I hope you're happy, because now you're going to have to wait even longer than before. Good fucking job, dipshit."