"Thanks for what?" Howard picks it up with the hand that was skewered by the shard of glass, the one with bandages and gauze wrapped between two of his knuckles. He rubs it on his new jeans and tucks it into his sweater pocket. And pulls a tomato from his and sets it in front of Katurian in exchange.

"Look, come on, I'll show you where to sleep." He doesn't reach a hand out to help Katurian. They're clearly occupied, and he doesn't feel comfortable enough with him to let him into his personal bubble like that. "You help me, I help you. Who did this to you?"

He gestures with his hands. He'll tell Katurian what happened to him in exchange for the same - that way they both know who to watch out for. It's the most morbid and depressing of currencies.