"Who's there?" Howard feels around for the car door, although he knows that clambering in is hardly any sort of safety. Furthermore, he's well aware that the bandages on his face give away how incredibly vulnerable he is, even by normal standards.

And yet he still manages to pick up that those aren't footsteps coming towards him, but a more continuous sound. It takes a moment to click, but - wheels.

"I'm not alone," he bluffs. "Wyatt'll be back any minute. You hurt me and he'll come after you."