[Your average human - or even your above average human - hears a gunshot and goes for cover, or at least goes prone. It's a reflex from the days when loud noises automatically meant mortal danger.

Soma, not being human, still went for cover, because Marc told him to, and he's spent the past several months learning to do what Marc told him. That does not, however, stop him from remaining calm and considering the situation. Or from hearing Marc's grumble.]

Friends of yours? I can't say I'm a fan. We need to do something about those guns before someone gets hurt. I'll distract them - I can block their shots and I'm more durable than I look. While they've got their attention on me, you come at them from behind and knock 'em cold. Sound good?

[Said, of course, only where Marc can hear him.]