The damn tin can was still active. That's the first thing that crosses his mind when his coat snags on something. He ignores the unhelpful sarcasm floating from outside and decides to save a bullet, and use his heel. He's strong enough to at least incapacitate a shoddy looking omnic, barely clinging to life or whatever. Power source.

Raising his boot, he crushes his heel against its head. Even as he brings the boot down to create a nice dent in its forehead, those spindly metallic arms cling motionlessly to his coat, almost tearing through the tough fabric. Impressive. At least, for a robot of shitty construction.

He's about to raise his foot again when he looks up, a sudden jolt of movement in the distance catching his eye. Aw, shit. He doesn't have nearly enough bullets for this. He backs up against the wall next to the door, shoving his way through the doorway, which means he also shoves past 76. Without a word to him, he grabs his tarp and starts moving away. The reason for his silence is that 76 will most definitely hear the unholy cacophony of tinny clangs and bangs against the floor as the robots start to scramble towards the door. Reaper hasn't looked over his shoulder yet, so they didn't simply stop in their tracks, but if 76 pauses to look at them, they'll most definitely freeze where they stand.