Howard pulls a small notebook out of one of the drawers and looks over Albert's entries. "We...actually do have a fire extinguisher." He roots through one of the boxes in the closet and pulls it out, and grabs his first-aid kit and a shirt on the way out. "Mask probably won't help. Wet t-shirt'll be better."

Slinging the shirt and kit over his shoulder and holding the shovel, he has to admit this does look sort of badass. Not that it makes him feel even the slightest bit more excited about going back to face that mold. "Let's go."