"Good. Then let's hope that gets done soon." Howard relaxes a little as Crucible glides. It's much easier to stay on now, at least.

"No. Take me to a place the robots already know about. I don't want them finding my house, and I can't walk that far right now. Unless you let me get splinted first." He doesn't really respond to Crucible's compliment. He wasn't handing out food and medicine from the goodness of his heart; he just knew that the best way to keep track of where all the resources were was to dispense them himself. But he did risk his life, time and again, in this robot attack. For others, even.

Howard doesn't know what he is anymore.

"You did a good deed saving my ass, man."