Were Howard any other person, and if Cedric wasn't already aware of his habits, Howard would appear to be just any kid not thrilled with eating charred monster for breakfast. He nibbles and eats tiny bites, chewing slowly as if postponing swallowing as long as he can. He keeps working the meat between his fingers, tearing it up into tiny chunks more to have something to do that looks like eating without actually having to do so.

But it's Howard, and given that he's prone to gorging to the point of sickness, this is a major red flag that something's wrong. Howard squeezes his eyes shut and keeps covering his face, blocking out the daylight. His vision feels like a hollow tunnel, cramped on both sides by the migraine.

"I don't know much about electronics. Me and Diana found a something, but I don't know if it's what we need or how to use it." He nods over to his jacket, crumpled up on the bed. A lot of things have been stashed in his pant pockets or jacket. "If you got your powers back, could you communicate with the ship?"