You prepare an explosive, and ready to throw it. You cant the Rite of Proper Accuracy. You keep post behind the door, laspistol in one hand and explosive in the other.
Peg-Leg manages to right himself despite the bag and lasrifle, and automatically starts trying to return to you. His leg looks a little twisted, but still good.
The smoke sets off the fire alarms, and from the north hallway, another servitor, armed to fight fires, appears. It starts snooping around, looking for fires. It approaches the explosion site, and starts spraying retardant.
From the other side of the aperture, there is movement. A large figure is behind the smoke. You realize that the voice you heard before can't belong to that shape.
A massive rusty claw swings through the smoke, smashing the servitor to the side.
'No fair, usin' clickin' gits! I wanted t'fight YOU!'
There is another sound of metal hitting metal, and the claw swings back into the room.