Maybe he was just too used to scrounging things up to get what he wanted. Either way, Dominic hid the surprised look on his face fairly well when Noah remarked that he had never really thought about making ink. "Maybe something along the lines of 'Ink making for Dummies', I think a monkey could follow the directions in those books." The remark wasn't meant as an insult, but he wouldn't be surprised if it were taken in that manner. Most people were overly sensitive and Dominic wasn't in the frame of mind to coddle them. He said whatever he thought and generally expected others to just deal with it.
Everything was polar opposite to what things used to be pre-apocalypse. Before the world went to hell, Dominic hadn't really gone out of his way to make friends. Not that he was doing so now, but it made more of an effort to stick with people for longer. Though some of that could be chalked up to strength in numbers, and not so much his desire to be with other people. Still, all the same, Dominic thought that Noah could at least go into the column of people he wouldn't mind dealing with on a regular basis.
Tipping his head back against the guard tower again, Dominic shrugged. "Suppose you can't," after all this was still America where free speech reigned. "Exactly, all it gets you is dirty looks from those that don't want to hear it." He was of course one of those people giving a dirty look, but he figured that went without saying. He was positive that there were people who didn't care for his own attitude though, so in some ways he couldn't fault those people who opted to complain, even if it got under his skin.