"Yeah?" Howard perks up. He didn't realize he knew any other Californians here, and a part of him wonders, just wonders a little... "Where? I'm from Perdido Beach, about an hour and a half south of here."

He gets back up, looking a bit loathe to leave the corner he wedged himself into, as if walls alone can protect him. He approaches Sigma without the trust he showed back in the Arena, but he approaches nonetheless. "Yeah, but you're also covered in blood."

He pauses. "Unless that's not yours."