Hot Socks near instantly turned his body around. He was startled from someone suddenly appearing behind him. Even though the tone seemed to sound calm, and collected, he still jumped. Not literally, of course. He looked at the man, and heard what he had to say. "Uh... Yea. Sure." He said in response to the preposition of fighting them. In truth, Hot Socks didn't have any real fighting training. He would rarely fight. He was the type of person who would talk to people (except for earlier, in which he didn't quite know what to do, so he knocked out some random alien kidnapper). "So, uh... I guess the plan is to stay behind me and leap out when I duck." He said in his metallic voice. The plan was something he just thought of, comparing his large stature to the other person.

He turned to the doorway, and charged out. His large metal fist was up, and his body was obscuring a large area. He yelled without meaning to get their attention, and then he ducked, keeping his arm up. What most people didn't see was him pulling out the small pistol from earlier, and firing multiple times in the direction of the aliens.