(Howard does take not of the quick change. It makes his brow quirk ever so slightly, but as it was, there was a war on, he was a stranger. He could understand the hesitance to showing someone who you didn't know what side was on something potentially crucial. Hell, he remembered from the days of the Manhattan Project how secretive everything was even though they were all working together on the same side, towards the same goals.

It was the science and research version of don't ask -- don't tell, and he wan't about to do either, even if his curiosity was spiked.)

Oh, I didn't mean that. (Howard waves his hand a little in the air.) I meant that, (he stated, pointing at the laptop he was looking at it all on. And then, hesitantly.) Is...is that a computing device? (It had to be? That, or magic, but from what he understood of the station was that this was the only place technology worked. His watch had started up again.) Stark. Howard Stark. (He reaches out his hand to offer a shake.) I didn't mean to sneak up on you, it just caught my eye.