Howard goes to the coffee shop and gets a pound for Ian and fresh cups of dark coffee for himself and Barbara. He checks his wallet - he thinks he has enough money to last him through the trip, but it'll be tight. He'd rather steal than make Barbara cover his food costs for the next ten days, though.

"Here you go." He brings her her cup with Ian's bag of coffee under his arm. "We have twenty minutes to get across to the next terminal, so we should be fine."