Steve spares a glance at Alex, but then his eyes are moving around, memorizing the faces of everyone here. He's not an idiot and he's not going to be taken by surprise because he can't remember who he's punched in the face recently. There's a quiet moment where he does just that, cataloging the men, even if he only has names for two of them.

He clicks his tongue, eyes back on Alex. "Yeah, I don't think so."

There's a tense line to his back as he stays grounded right where he is. He might seem quiet and mild-mannered, but he knows how to fight to win. He's been doing it since he was a scrappy kid getting ganged up on by bullies twice his size and now that he's built like a tank and he's got years of military training under his belt, he's pretty sure he can take at least three or four of these men easily all by himself.

"This hardly feels like a fair fight, though. I'll give you boys a minute to walk away. No hard feelings."