Mike was definitely human, so there was that, even if he did only have eight fingers. He didn't expect a monster to just come ambling out, but he wasn't sure he expected a petite looking dude with long fluffy hair either. He certainly didn't expect to be the one put under suspicion.

... Even though he was the one tearing through shelves, but they were almost empty anyway!

"The hell? I'm asking you that!" He looked a little lost, definitely not used to doing this kind of thing. That didn't mean he was just going to bend over and take any crap. Or let himself be strangely murdered by this little guy. This clean little guy. Mike'd probably be more cleaned up too if circumstances were different, so maybe this other person was as lost as he was.

Though he doesn't drop the shard of glass he's holding, he does pull it back and put up his hands as if to say he wasn't going to do anything funny. Not unless something funny was tried on him first. "You. You haven't been here long either right? I was looking for some kind of weapon. There's a lot of blood out there."