It took a moment - a second or two longer than it ought've - for his words to reach her. Then, she jumped. Noah smiled innocently, raising his eyebrows as if he was equally as surprised as she was to find him there talking to her. The girl returned the smile sarcastically and spoke like someone in a mood as black as the walls of the subway tunnel rushing by. (Of course she would be the person he chose to talk to. Macy was probably the only person he'd approached who was kind to strangers. Also, this was New York, where being surly was a way of life.) If nothing else, however, Noah was stubborn and persistent. He wasn't going to walk away.
Biting his lip, he looked at the girl, weighing her question in his mind. The teenagers next to him were giggling again, though this time they were glancing over their shoulders at Noah and the girl. Dumbasses. He gave them an annoyed look.
"If you're referring to yourself as the view, then yes," he replied as if stating a fact, turning his attention back to the blonde. "If you mean the darkness out there, however, or these little douchebags to my right, then no."