Sigma watched Howard with a bit of alarm. Though Kyle had a harder time grasping the subtleties of human emotions, Sigma could see the anger in Howard's eyes and knew he'd figured it out. He'd even started to give it away, and the Doctor needed to stop him.

"I wasn't aware. I hope your meeting was an amicable one." He wished Howard would explain, though the boy was distracted. If Howard knew what sort of relationship Sigma had with his son he wouldn't be so envious.

Kyle was not one who would be startled easy by blood-soaked clothing, and he was sure the other already knew that blood wasn't his. Still Sigma offered an explanation: "I had some trouble at the Cornucopia, but I am alright. K, this is Rita," he decided quickly, gesturing to the angry cat. He'd had to pick a name off the top of his head and went with one from an old movie he'd liked.

Now that Kyle was here, there was no need to wait to open the food - the cat between his arms, Sigma twisted the lid off of the canister with much difficulty. There was a hearty beef stew inside, and Sigma retrieved a few large chunks of meat - putting them into his palm, he offered the handful to the cat, who greedily began lapping it up. He knew he was in no condition to win this Arena, and the idea that something needed him a little longer to survive was strangely comforting.