Noah's brow creased as he looked around the room and gave a slight shiver. He wasn't sure what Klaus was hearing, but it didn't sound as though he was getting a whole lot out of the experience. "Have they told you specifically that they don't want us to know?" he asked feeling as though he didn't want to know the real answer to this. "I'm not sure them wanting attention is much better than wanting us," Noah said to his new friend with a sigh.
"Ouch," he answered in reaction to hearing how old he's been. Noah thought back to Stiles at that age and how his mother's death had effected him. He wondered how the kid would have coped hearing the voices of dead people around him all the time. "That had to have been unbearable, Klaus," he said gently as he moved a little closer to him. "How did you handle it?"
He looked at all the food and his stomach gave a rumble of approval. "Could make one hell of a sandwich with all of that..." Noah said with a sigh, "or we could just stick on some pizza? Which would you prefer?" he asked Klaus before he started assembling a Scooby-snack.