Aurelia, he’s saying that an EMP would disrupt the door terminal. In short, these robots gotta go before we can get out of this room!

Bypassing the security… (sigh) I hope you’re for sure in those turret points, Cage, this room had an entire hailstorm of lead for us if we make the slightest misstep. 

He’ll come up with our score, Cage; no need to fret. Pocket change or a year’s salary, that weird old bartender coughs it up, somehow.