Roy groggily woke up, puzzled why he suddenly was feeling like there was a fire under his ass. Looking over at the screen flashing the frantic alarm, he swore in as many languages as he could think of as he ripped the blanket away. He ran into the elevator and worked on pulling his shirt on as the box descended. Running out to face the master assassin (and irate acrobat and amazon) in just his pajamas and a shirt was a dicey move, but he suspected his presence was more crucial than his weapons. And, thanks to the golden weight fighting the sleeve right now, he wasn't completely defenseless.
The elevator chimed and doors opened, barely getting out of his way as he bolted outside. "HeY! Everyone chill, now!" he called out.