When Katurian startles, Howard jumps a little too, slamming his hand to the side of the stall to keep from losing his balance on the tank. He should have remembered that he can't be easily seen with his feet drawn up.

He takes a deep breath before answering. "Chill out, man, we're okay. No need to kill each other out here."

There's a quaver in his voice that betrays that he's not the tough guy he's trying to sound like, and the last word is punctuated by a pubescent squeak. Great. He needs to work on that.

He hops off the toilet, unlatches the stall door and pokes his head partially out to see who he's talking to, just his forehead and eyes visible.