Big words, sure. But the old man's got guts. Rumlow's got to respect that, and he pulls himself to his feet when Sigma steps forward.

Of course, he's not whipping off his helmet easy as all that. They've both got a disadvantage in bulkiness, but Rumlow still figures he can probably move faster than the old geezer if he has to. Doesn't look like he has anything worth taking, and taking him along for the ride's only going to slow him down. "Alliance?" he replies, through the distortion of his helmet. "Yeah. I just bet."

His gaze lingers on that eye. Interesting feature. Better than an eyepatch, at any rate.