[Nothing at all, clearly Hershel was the one to punch Calhoun's screen in rage. He can't control his teenage angst, okay.

He looks over, eyes widening a moment before going more determined as he nodded.] I need to talk to him, about the medical supplies. [He turns fully towards him, glancing down] I'm not sure if Ema will be buying herself them, and you really might need them too, Jake.