Noah's mouth closes at her prompting, but he still sits there staring at her with rather wide eyes at the moment. This isn't at all what he expected. He had been certain all of his family was dead for quite a long time now.

"No... lived," he says after a moment. She died there, but she also did something. She made something of herself.

There's a pause at the questions, and he shakes his head, amazed he is meeting what was basically his childhood hero. Not that he is quite at a point where he can admit to that.

"I did when I was a kid. It was about all I could do." He was too sick to take much action at all. He was too weak, and then he pauses shaking his head again in surprise. "I don't know what I believe in anymore, but as a child, I thought what you did was amazing... wherever it ultimately led."