Thinking about making ink was at least a reasonably interesting tangent of conversation, Noah thought. He'd have to give the guy that. "I never thought about trying to make some," he mused. "Might have to see if the library has anything on that." It was a long shot, but what the hell else did they have to do? When he wasn't working Security, he was always looking for diversions. There was reading, exercise, shooting the shit on the Network. Researching what went into tattoo ink might be a decent use of some of his time.
Out in the real world, pre-apocalypse, there had always been someone to talk to whenever Noah wanted. New York was a city that was always abuzz with lights, action, people no matter what time of the day or night it happened to be. Here it was different. He didn't have a business to keep afloat; staying alive and keeping the people around him safe too was all there was. He wasn't one for making a ton of friends, but acquaintances were okay. For now, that was the column he was putting Dominic into.
Noah smiled, his eyes mostly closing as he turned his face up to the sun again. "Can't blame anyone for complaining," he remarked. "Not that it gets you anywhere." In some ways he was a natural pessimist, but he'd learned quickly that there were times when he might as well keep his damn mouth shut. For today, he was in a reasonably zen state of mind, helped along by the decent weather, and he was determined to keep it that way for as long as he could.