Howard's been mostly doing what he does best, so far - lingering in the background, ducking behind taller people, and taking mental notes on everything about his surroundings. Information, like all things, can be hoarded, and what may seem trivial or useless now may find a purpose later. Waste not, want not.
Honestly, the giant mantises creep him out, if only because they resemble the big, car-sized, (child-devouring) beetles back in the FAYZ. Nothing with mandibles should ever be that big, for any reason, he thinks. If only because mandibles are really gross.
The sentience helps, though. The fact that they speak intelligibly, despite some idiosyncrasies, does too. And if his suspicions are right, they like short people. He can only hope this means a position of relative protection, rather than "we like short people because their flesh is the most tender".
Still, he's not about to let himself be seen by Eneesh or her crew until he's confirmed that they're just looking for archaeology enthusiasts and not entrees. He's had enough of Stacy's missions go sour (all of them) to not take every precaution. What's worse, as far as he can tell he's the only person from Medical this time, and if something happens here, all he has is his one battered, trustworthy medical kit (the outside of which is currently held together by an ingenious combination of carabiners, rubber bands and packing tape).
"They don't want you to cut your hair, do they? I mean, you'd be like five inches shorter, but that seems like it'd take a lot of time to grow back."
He sidles up next to The Doctor, looking as casual as one possibly can while sneaking, and takes note of the irritated expression on the Doctor's face.
Could I get Eleven? Maybe Eneesh can join in later. :D
Honestly, the giant mantises creep him out, if only because they resemble the big, car-sized, (child-devouring) beetles back in the FAYZ. Nothing with mandibles should ever be that big, for any reason, he thinks. If only because mandibles are really gross.
The sentience helps, though. The fact that they speak intelligibly, despite some idiosyncrasies, does too. And if his suspicions are right, they like short people. He can only hope this means a position of relative protection, rather than "we like short people because their flesh is the most tender".
Still, he's not about to let himself be seen by Eneesh or her crew until he's confirmed that they're just looking for archaeology enthusiasts and not entrees. He's had enough of Stacy's missions go sour (all of them) to not take every precaution. What's worse, as far as he can tell he's the only person from Medical this time, and if something happens here, all he has is his one battered, trustworthy medical kit (the outside of which is currently held together by an ingenious combination of carabiners, rubber bands and packing tape).
"They don't want you to cut your hair, do they? I mean, you'd be like five inches shorter, but that seems like it'd take a lot of time to grow back."
He sidles up next to The Doctor, looking as casual as one possibly can while sneaking, and takes note of the irritated expression on the Doctor's face.
And of the ship sticking out of the wall.
Kind of hard to miss that.