AGP- Servitor Headshot

Nubby just cackled, and began divvying out our big-boy guns from one of the remaining boxes, while Fumbles burst from the other, began shouting about how we were all going to die, and immediately faceplanted as his still-asleep legs betrayed him.

Aimy caught her rifle and casually headshot the warehouse's cargo servitor, then sighed again and activated her combead.