Noah lifts his eyebrows when she simply laughs like that. He's absolutely certain he has never met anyone like her before. She certainly isn't like anyone in that Great Hall, which has the effect of relaxing him somewhat in her presence even if he's curious. There are plenty of very old people, being, agents who come and go.

"So you know people here?"

He taps his fork on top of his plate, glancing her way.

"I'm here. That's something. I just don't exactly have any friends here.... for good reason, but if you don't know those reasons, I would rather not tell you and have you toss this goblet in my face. It's good mead."