Howard steps out a little more from behind the building. He's about Little Rock's size, not much older. The gun is evidently a little too big for him, because he has to keep the stock tucked under his armpit rather than up against his shoulder, but it does look like, theoretically, if it were a real gun, he'd know the basics of how to use it.

"I didn't say you did anything. I asked who you were." He lowers the gun slightly, but he grips the stake behind his back tighter. She's a kid - most people would discount her as a threat, but Howard's seen too many little kids turn out to be deadly.