[ Well, when he puts it like that... Cal does have the grace to look a little sheepish for how quickly he jumped to conclusions, and he awkwardly runs his hand through his hair before lowering it. Five years of constantly looking over his shoulder have made him a little paranoid, and the habit is hard to break. ]

I didn't mean to—sorry, we just haven't had very good experiences with probe droids. [ They're usually trying to kill them. He gestures towards Redwing, because that's what he assumes the drone is.

From his spot on the table, BD-1 beep-boops something in Binary, antennae lowered and cowering a little—if possible, he looks as much like a skittish puppy as a droid can look. Cal's expression immediately softens. ]

It's okay, buddy. You didn't do anything wrong.