Palmer mutters a curse under his breath when the robot moves to fire. Well, it looks like he succeeded in pissing it off if nothing else. He shoots again, aiming for the robot's weapon this time, before finally doing the sensible thing and moving out of the way. He's just in time for what he guesses are Fallen to attack.

It looks like they waltzed right into an ambush. Well, isn't this great luck. They'll have to fight their way out.

"Hey! Long John Asshole!" Palmer glares at the creatures, gun still drawn. "Remember me? Don't worry, I'm not mad about earlier. Heck, I'll give you some advice. You guys are terrible thieves. Show a little pride in your job. Picking on refugees and starving people ain't sporting. You Fallen are pirates, right? You wanna steal stuff? We don't have anything left to steal!"