"'Don't be afraid'. Why don't you just tell me not to breathe next, okay?" Howard grumbles and slips over to the door, peeking out. He seems loathe to leave the comfort of the cat, and pulls his lucky rabbit foot from his pocket and strokes it with his thumb, as if replacing the feeling of fur.

He recognizes K from his dumpster-diving venture, but he wouldn't say he'd call him an ally. Acquaintance, at best.

"Siggy Pop, you better be right on this." He pulls the knife out again and opens the door, backing up so that if K attacks immediately he's not in range. He looks at K as if he's assessing a threat. "Hey."