"Pfft, like you can drive." Howard plays with the keys for a minute, swinging them around his finger, before putting them in his pockets. "I'm thinking the shuttle we took here must have some kind of distress beacon, you know? If there's still a distress call going out, it's the one we were supposed to take care of, and they might think we're just taking out time with it."

Really, the rescue part of this mission is no longer a concern to Howard. Screw that crap, he's saving himself first before the random strangers here, if any are still alive.

He fills a gallon-plastic bag with some cooked monster meat from the fridge and a water bottle with the juice from the flesh. Using a pot to do the cooking was a good idea, they got to keep all the fluid. Then he gets into the car. "You get any sleep last night?"

No, he's not holding the door open for you, Diana.