When Bea asked if he'd come to Sing Sing by himself, Noah hesitated very slightly before answering, thinking, Might as well have been. Everyone had serious issues after the collapse of the world as they'd known it, just about everyone had lost somebody close to them, but Noah didn't do serious. He shut down, and that caused friction when he actually allowed himself to become close to someone else. "Nah, with a friend," he settled for saying, tossing it off as if it wasn't important at all. Hopefully, she'd believe that. She probably would, since she and Noah hadn't been intimately acquainted with the details of one another's lives in the time they'd known each other.
Noah bent himself double, placing his palms against the ground, carefully stretching out his lower back and the backs of his thighs. "Don't guess there's anywhere that hasn't seen trouble," he said. He hadn't come here expecting the place to be a haven from anything unpleasant. So far as he knew, there wasn't anyplace like that left anymore. He'd have to say that he liked it better here than the Garden safehouse just because of the massively reduced number of people he had to deal with.
When Bea told him how long she'd been here, he said, "That's a while. Anything in particular I should know about the place?" He stood upright again and rolled his shoulders, huffing out a sigh. If he could sleep tonight without lying awake forever beforehand, that would be amazing. He kept striving for the right level of exercise to quickly knock him out once he settled in his bed.