They might have had something in the back, Peg. You never know. (Howard let's out a soft huff, but then looks up apologetically at the girl, flashing her a bright smile.) Sorry, I get cranky when I'm wet, that's all.

(Yes. Coffee. Coffee good. It'll warm him up and start to turn the very corners of his lip upwards, if nothing else. They're both going to get sick, really, and Jarvis will berate them while he cares for them. He'd point out that they should have just had him there, and they never would have been in this situation at all. Which Howard would agree to, but really, he didn't want to admit to that. He lets his foot touch hers, and shrugs.) A little.

(He smiles then, genuine and warm, not quite reaching his eyes, but it's a start.)

My moustache is fine. It's just the rest of me that's not.