Noah wasn't going to step into the middle of this one, nope, no way! Instead he took the sheet packed with his stuff and started to pull some clothes out of it, in the hope that this could get less awkward fast. "I'm not a sheriff here," he pointed out, though he didn't know why it mattered, or was it just that he carried a gun that was worrying her? Either way he suspected he wasn't getting that back anytime soon. Once he was dressed he looked up at Mitch. "We haven't tested whether we can even leave the room yet, so maybe we should try that and if we can I can make us all some breakfast," before the two of them decided to get stupid-drunk. "And I don't drink, Donny, sorry," he said with a frown. He didn't want to piss her off any more than she already was but he wasn't about to start drinking again now.