Howard put aside the arrowheads he had finished sharpening, when they went out they'd punch through concrete. He groaned then stretched. With a sigh he sat for abit, rubbing his chin, wondering what he should do with himself. He was about to get up when the ramen altercation began. Like a magician he reached down beside his table, and produced a bag of buttered popcorn that he keeps around just for this sort of situation. He makes a motion to Imran if he wanted some, while at the same time nibbling down a handful of the salted buttery bits. He watched the argument and and precedings with a grin on his face. He loved the camraderie this group of people had, they could get mad at each other, scream, stomp and yell. But it was all in good spirits as they knew, that they'd have each others backs when it came to the heat of combat. He grins broadly, "Always something new in Scimitar huh?" He chuckles softly, setting the popcorn bag down on the table grinning broadly. He'd always feel like a member of something when he's around the other Scimitar members.

He gets up and starts to make for the shooting range when Antonie appears. He stops, and waves to the infiltrator, "How was the flight? Get some decent air out there? I honestly can't understand how you do it. Just seems strange to me."

He grins is once again starts to leave the room when Svetlana enters. And he stops.

One things he's always found is that when Svetlana is in the room, he's the one who feels like prey. She dominates a room. It's a feeling the professional sustenance hunter is not used to. He's usually the predator, gun or bow in hand. Stalking the unaware creatures that would become his dinner. He'd hunted bears, large stag, all manner of beasts that can kill you if they put their mind to it. But Svetty was in a league all her own. And he was likely the only one to feel like prey. And not in a sexual way. He knew how she swung.

After abit he shook himself out of that torpor. And grinned, "Well...there's one of the reasons we're so successful, in all her glory no less." He shakes his head, "I'm gonna go fire off a few. I've got my earbead and throat mic if you need to reach me." He makes a beeline for the firing range, along the way, picking up his Lynx at the arsenal. You practice with the weapons you intend to use after all. As he pass through the common room again with his rifle, he waves to everyone yet again, already loading some of the practice rounds into the rifle.