[America jerks his head back and throws his arm, so the blow glances him. It doesn't seem to faze him much. His hand shoots out in retaliation, grabbing the other man by the collar and lifting him off his feet.]

I don't really wanna hafta hurt you, buddy. So why don't we take a chill pill and cool it, alright? [He puts him back down with a bit of a shove and takes a step back toward the other bed.]

Now I'm gonna ask you again what the hell I'm doing here.