Deacon nods and bolts off once the other man has the doors held in place, slinging his gun over his shoulder. It doesn't escape him that there's an extra set of arms on the guy, but he also doesn't blink twice at it, because he's certainly seen weirder things back home.
Thankfully, he's agile enough to maneuver through the disorienting halls, and starts with a gurney thinking that the length of it would be the most useful, even if it's not exactly heavy. Hell, just one of the arms could be broken off and slotted through door handles so that the organic Mr. Handy he's run into can help him carry something heavier in front of it.
He tries just that, throwing it into a wall and then using his boot to kick the bar completely free and pry it from the its bearings, then rejoins his new companion to slide it into place.
"What's the over/under on this being enough?" he asks with a scoff, "We can either make a run for it, or you could help me push one of those examination tables over here if you're feeling particularly unlucky."
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Thankfully, he's agile enough to maneuver through the disorienting halls, and starts with a gurney thinking that the length of it would be the most useful, even if it's not exactly heavy. Hell, just one of the arms could be broken off and slotted through door handles so that the organic Mr. Handy he's run into can help him carry something heavier in front of it.
He tries just that, throwing it into a wall and then using his boot to kick the bar completely free and pry it from the its bearings, then rejoins his new companion to slide it into place.
"What's the over/under on this being enough?" he asks with a scoff, "We can either make a run for it, or you could help me push one of those examination tables over here if you're feeling particularly unlucky."