Ooh, now that's convenient. If she'd had one of these things in Olney, Ellen would've been a lot happier about her chances against the deathclaws. (Wretched lizards're fast.)

Ellen darts forward in a zig-zagging motion, the better to throw off the giant's aim, and opens the throttle on her goo gun some more. As soon as she's gummed up the works enough Max will have a chance at knocking the thing down properly.