[That's right around the time that several BR55HB SR rounds shear the automaton's head from the rusted stalk of its neck, blowing the cold amber glow of its eye's lights out with a shower of fiberglass and metal. Several of them crook their heads around to regard the new intruder with flat, concerned indifference.]
[Don't think about it. The way the lab's darkened lighting casts his armor in a shade of blue, and how there are only so many people who can spew that panicked, furious falsetto.]
SAFETY FIRST
[Don't think about it. The way the lab's darkened lighting casts his armor in a shade of blue, and how there are only so many people who can spew that panicked, furious falsetto.]
[Think, instead, about something more direct.]
Shouldn't you be armed?