"I wouldn't really know," Thomas replied as he shifted to face Jake. "I wasn't exactly around to see how you all got your butts kicked, so I can't exactly give you any kind of advice." This was true, and given the train of events one could assume he'd been a bit busy fighting as well, though no one had asked or commented on his absence in that time frame. Apparently his own welfare wasn't that relevant in consideration. 

Thomas took the Sign from Calhoun with a grateful nod, putting it away with the others for safekeeping. He left the comment about the execution unresponded to as he watched Felix turn the corpse into a muffin, an involuntary shudder running down his spine at the display, perhaps irrationally but still there nonetheless. 

He then swung into resisting the urge to face palm at Felix's continued obvious infatuation with Calhoun, it being about as subtle as a pile of bricks, before he answered the question posed. "Yeah, we have to be moving on. Though given what just happened, I suppose a little time to recuperate would be in order," he agreed. That, and it'd give him the opportunity to learn some more of this magic he'd been given but hadn't had the chance to explore yet.