That he had definitely not programmed, which meant that it was a living creature. That he'd picked a fight with.

He'd certainly admit no fault in that. But now, well. He had an excuse to turn the blaster rifle up to full. He was stalking live prey now, and he started to move position, to shadow the new thing.

Time to see if it was a threat or not. Then probably, hopefully, shoot it. That was HK-47. Meet new beings, and terminate them.