[center][h1][color=008080]Noah Salik || Mess Hall [/color][/h1][/center]
[center]For: [@TheHangedMan][/center]

Noah listened to her voice, it was of caution and waryness, but why so spooked. He focused for a bit, his head slightly calming down but a constant droning sound was still drilling at the back of his head, like a thousand flies surrounding a carcass. His eyes were scanning her up and down, he spotted several points of interest about her. Her hand was holding something, and judging from how spooked she was, possibly a weapon. Next were eyes, they were very dif-

His thoughts were cut off with her repeated question, this time her voice full of confidence, and any sense of worry was gone. He sighed, not really knowing what to say, "[color=008080]I'm going to be honest, I have no clue how I know your name...[/color]" He raised his head, a small grin and his eyes piercing, "[color=008080]And do you plan on putting that needle in my neck? Or maybe my chest? Don't bother, I've yet to meet a poison that can affect me, my blood is... not like others.[/color]" His head turned to face the crowd, "[color=008080]I have no reason of being here other than I was [i]drawn[/i] to you like a beacon. I don't know what's going on but I sense i'm exposed.[/color]" He turned to her, his face almost begging for answers.