Pete, Kitty
Pete was too busy "acting natural" with Kitty to notice the start of a scuffle, as the first wave of armed guards came upstairs. Only when there was the telltale sound of someone letting the safety off, did he creak open one eye and murmur against Kitty's lips. "Looks like trouble, luv. We might have to leg it."
He eyed the distance from the back rooms to the door and filled her in, "All right. We provide cover for them to get out of Selby's lair and to the front door. Three to your right, one to your left. More behind the bar. Bullets start flying, you ghost. Don't worry about me."
This would get sticky fast. If they could make it outside, they'd all make it to the relative safety of some Black Widow cover fire.
"Everybody out!" one thug bellowed, and fired off a warning shot. "Now!"