Reaper cants his head just a touch to the right, hyper-aware of the shotgun hanging off on his hip rather than in his hands. He does a mental checklist of his ammo again, including the ones strapped to his belts. Eight plus... whatever amount was left in his gun, he's pretty sure there's still eight.

The question gets a snort from him.

"Love to, Jack. Can you dodge 16 shots?"

He figures he can dodge at least most of them, so there's no point in killing him right now anyway. Just a waste of bullets, time, and energy. Looking into the room again, he notes there's another door on the other end of this one. Inside it, there's ancient screens, piping, and other machinery that might be useful.

Then after a beat, he grunts and looks back at the room.

"Door on the other side. Checking it out."

It's not too far off, but the distant clanging of metal feet sound off in the distance.