"No, like the idea that the worlds ends and then all this happens over again and...wait, your god is an accountant?" Howard manages to catch himself from laughing by making it sound like he's coughing, but Daja is doing nothing to raise his opinion on religion.

"You can never be prepared for everything. You only think that way if you're clueless." He folds his arms, looking somewhat uncertain, like Daja's asked a question he doesn't know entirely how to answer. Or like she's asking him to acknowledge how fragile all his nets of security and backup plans are.