76 doesn’t answer, only makes a sort of half-laugh, half-scoff noise in the back of his throat, indicating that he would rather not try to dodge 16 shots. It does beg to question why Reaper would need all sixteen, but he decides not to pursue that line of questioning, not when there’s something actually interesting in this room.

He hopes he’s not making a mistake when he follows Reaper inside.

“I don’t like that sound.”

The ominous distant clanging metal sound. He’s willing to bet that Reaper doesn’t like it either.