Noah snorted faintly at Dominic's comment, but the mild if slightly cynical smile remained on his face. He didn't mind it. He was a smartass at heart, and any areas of sensitivity he might have were well-hidden from most. "Maybe I can find a monkey to make me some ink, then," he said. He'd been more of the frame of mind that there had to be plenty of the stuff lying around to be picked up, but come to think of it, there was going to come a time-- if there hadn't already-- when everything was gone and the only option was going to be to make more, if that were possible.
There would be complainers as long as there were people, was Noah's theory. He tried not to let it bother him too much. It might not feel like it sometimes, but they were lucky to be alive; a lot of inconvenience was commonplace now. He made a noncommittal noise at Dominic's theory and let his eyes close fully. He was a light sleeper when he even slept, and if he dozed off, he knew he would be awake at a second's notice if anything untoward happened. Dominic didn't strike him as the type of person who would mind if a conversation faded out. It seemed like a good day to simply chill and take in the bracing fall air.