Howard doesn't even seem to notice the antiques. They aren't what interest him. His endeavors into theft have been, since the FAYZ, for much more basic things: food stores, lightbulbs, batteries, fire extinguishers, soap, empty bottles and ink. Not that he'd even consider taking anything now.

His hands, curled up and stuffed into his jacket pockets, are shaking. The implied threat isn't lost on him. "I was just curious. Promise. I swear I didn't take anything. We didn't really have property rights where I'm from."

And the latter half of that statement is true, at least. The very limited government in Perdido paid people like Howard to break into buildings and search them for useful items, and he does sometimes forget how egregious a crime it is to people who aren't from the FAYZ.