There was a panicked look that came to Noah's face as she whipped her head back as the male spoke and Eleanor caught the change of eye color; something was up with this one. Her face hardened as she clenched her jaw, the muscles noticably shifting as she glared at the male. If the girl's outburst didn't shake up the group this had; Lydia better have found Sabine soon at this rate.

With a dark glare on her face, the brunette made her way through the crowd, people parting like water. Once away from that room, it didn't take long to find the male. It was a mostly empty warehouse and once you were away from the group, people stood out. She made a direct path for the male and once she was up to where he was seated, her hand thrust out, grabbing the collar of his jumper, throwing him to the ground.

"Offense to a dislike of killing?! What the hell is wrong with you, boy," Eleanor snapped at him. She shook her head before saying, "You really have no idea what's going on, do you? You must have been new to the clinic, you don't seem to be having any problems with your new found freedom." She knelt to the ground, grabbing his collar again, pulling him close so that their noses nearly touched. "Or perhaps you just went insane and were on the verge of being put down like so many others. You may or may not have had a past in assassinations, but they don't."

Eleanor's normally dull olive eyes were wild as she pointed back to the room with her free hand. "Those are people who have had their spirits broken. Stolen from whatever lives they had and tortured for who knows how long. You think they're weak because they fear death and killing? Don't you think that after what they went through, seeing cell neighbors die or be killed, that they just want to get away from it all?"

She pushed the male back down to the ground before standing up, towering over him at this point. "You can go in there and find and take anyone with you that wants to go off and kill someone. Do that and leave, but I promise you that you'll be alone and if you keep that crap up, I will kick you out of here and you'll be alone then too."

The brown haired woman then leaned over again, her hair falling over her shoulders. "So you better think about your choice. Play nice and think before you speak. Or did your mother never teach you basic manners?"