It was on the tip of his tongue to ask him how many people he'd caught with the traps, just as much as the part where Daniel had to wonder why Howard didn't move around more if he had t hat many guests. But looking around at the den he'd practically buult around himself, nesting with whatever nicknacks and tools, mixed with trash and junk he could find, maybe Howard had grown too attached to general safety.

Or maybe he was too tired to keep on the move.

"It was a close on that one," And if he'd been a few hours later, when he find himself more tired and hungry, to the point it would cost him his concentration, it would have. Daniel considered him for a long moment, eyes drifting to that strange jerk in his neck. The message was pretty loud and clear: one, that he had more than one ally, so watch out (or he was bluffing), and two, you might want to get going.

Did he have other allies or was Wyatt it? If it was just Wyatt, Daniel would have been fine waiting along with Howard to make sure he'd be fine until then. "Alright. Will you be okay though?"