Certainly, Howard didn't expect that following the guy and being cagey was going to net him breakfast, but he won't refuse. He's in no place to be looking for allies - not after getting stabbed in the back, literally, by the last one - but Watson hasn't set off alarm bells yet.

He wipes his lip on the back of his hand. "I don't need a doctor, I'm fine. But yeah, there's a cafe a block over. I could use some caffeine." Sleeping in alleyways isn't all that recuperative.