Howard's jumpy enough without people throwing open doors. He's finally emerged from his bedroom to try and see if he can hold some coffee and a piece of plain bread down when the District One door all but flies open, and he nearly leaps out of his own skin. Coffee goes spilling across the counter and his heart feels like it triples its pace in his chest. He tries to mop up the coffee with a napkin but his hands are shaking so hard he just drops it on the floor.

"Jesus!" He twists around, and getting a look at Albert's weird, pupil-less gaze doesn't really hearten him at all. Howard shrinks into himself a little, into the baggy clothing that only somewhat hides how tiny and skinny his frame is. "What the hell? Do you even live here?"