Oh, that. [That's not what he started expecting, so it's a relief to hear. One that shows in his voice, at least until he wonders and worries if that's a different kind of suspicious - but nerves are easy to shift into nervous amusement.]

Danger is my middle name... And, this, uh, isn't the first time I've been in danger. There was this salesman... And this scared child... But, both of them were human.

[Probably. Inwardly, that means those encounters felt more dangerous to him. At least those had only been one-on-one, who knows how many mannequins are roaming around breaking things. Quite a few, by the sounds of it.

But the seemingly unbreakable glass does make this situation feel legitimately dangerous too. He hopes the comment sounds more like he's a human saying they were just humans, and thus 'normal'. For some kind of normal.]