"Ew. L.A. traffic." Howard wrinkles his nose and approaches Sigma again, asking permission with his body language rather than his voice to take a look at the injuries. "They attack you first?"

He pauses when he hears something behind him. He pulls the folding knife from his pocket instantly and whirls around, taking stock of the room. He's about to discount it as just nerves when the sound comes again, from right outside the door, a scratching noise.

He holds a finger in front of his mouth to tell Sigma to be quiet as he approaches the window around the door and peeks outside. Satisfied there's no human there, he hesitatingly ekes the door open.

It's a cat. A mangy tuxedo cat sharpening its claws on the door. It looks at Howard with distaste but doesn't run. Howard slips the knife back in his pocket and pauses, letting the cat get accustomed to his presence, and then lunges, grabbing it by the back of the neck and dragging it back inside. It squalls a bit, but with its nape captured can't effectively thrash.

Howard sneaks back over to Sigma, holding the cat out. "Got us dinner."