The bookworm sat on one top of one of the cabin steps, peacefully reading with that annoyed look that seems to just be his resting face. You look at him for a while, debating whether or not you should go over. Maybe he didn't want to be talked to right now, but then again he seemed like he never wanted to be talked to so it didn't really matter. You stop overthinking it and approach Noah who in response, looks up from his book

"Yes? Are you here to fry my brain cells or something?"