Vaeros smirked at the human's new objection, tightening his grip on the hilt of his falchion as he tapped it up and down on his knee, wisps of smoke curling up when the metal touched his pants.

"Loosen up, Frost Bite. The banter before the siege is one of the best parts about being on one of these teams." He said, slipping his weapon back into its sheath and shaking his hands out, watching the golden glow of his skin intensify as his temperature skyrocketed. He stood up and moved towards the exit, careful to avoid touching anyone.

"Either we run in, beat up the villains, and save the day, or they beat us into submission, and one of your glorious role-models will swoop in to finish the job. And if you insist that one of us watch the door, might I suggest a vote?" At that, he turned to the rest of the group. "Anyone? Nominations? I'm willing to offer my services, but I'm afraid that with my alien mindset I would get confused and mess something up. Remember, Frost Bite has been watching doors - daily - longer than I've even been on this planet."

Looking to the team, he sighed and rubbed his temples, shaking his head and looking up to Little Brother.

"I'm sorry. Can we go fight crime now?"