Howard turns his head just in time to see a flash of purple slip behind a building. He frowns a bit, then decides that whatever he saw was small enough that it's worth an investigation; he doubts anyone will break into his hideout if he's only gone a few minutes, and perhaps this other person has food. Howard's tried his luck but has yet to catch the rats or feral cats wandering around Thunder Mountain.

Balancing on the way down the rail is significantly more difficult while holding the gun and stake, but he manages it without falling to his death, which he considers something of an accomplishment. He jumps down from the track, trying to be quiet. He holds the prop gun as if it were a real one, and then, after listening for breathing or whimpering and hearing nothing, turns the corner and comes face to face with Little Rock.

"Who are you?" He holds the prop gun with one hand, and the other rests on the stake he's tucked into the band of his pants.