Noah has stuffed a forkful of food into his mouth, chewing it. He heard someone come out, but he tends to figure they'll come out and then keep on walking. Hopefully someone else doesn't have a bone to pick with him about his past choices, which are ultimately terrible choices, but he's hungry. He just wants to eat without having his face punched for a change. He never puts up too much of a fight when people come out here to be mad at him for... the whole betraying them all bit.

It's the fact that there are heels. It's the sound of the heels clicking toward him before the woman drops down to sit beside him which has him looking up abruptly. He swallows the food and then tilts his head to the side, staring for a moment. Noah doesn't recognize her at all even if there's something almost familiar about her. Her features remind him of his mother's. It's the blond hair and the gentle expression.

Noah smirks at what she says before he shakes his head in answer, lifting his goblet in her direction.

"...you must be new."