[There's a fleeting expression of who? on Howard's face - look, his brain is crammed full of more knowledge than anyone really needs, a solid chunk of which is completely trivial, and for some reason, Dottie Underwood manages to slip his mind every damn time. But, yes, somehow he manages to get back to 'that crazy broad who tried to kill me' all on his own, and-
Oh. Right. Definitely still at large.]
Um.
[Howard rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. Couldn't she have asked about Whitney Frost instead?]
no subject
Oh. Right. Definitely still at large.]
Um.
[Howard rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. Couldn't she have asked about Whitney Frost instead?]
Well. She's out there.