"Death back home ain't our death." Calhoun said in a cocky tone before the fist hit his jaw. He growled, working his jaw as the pain shot up from the point of contact. The skin pressed into the blade and he didn't seem to care. "Give me a good reason to sell 'em out. You think I'm scared if you rough me up or if you threaten to kill me? More are gonna replace me. It ain't like you kids are doin' anything to actually dent us."
Selina dropped her hand to let Sam go. She wasn't the greatest at comforting people. Especially when there was no way to actually comfort them. Her arms crossed as she continued to stand off to the side, merely watching the exchange. Elizabeth would want to know about what was happening. Which meant she needed to remember as much as possible.