Dating meant getting attached, and getting attached meant opening up to the possibility of losing someone. So this wasn't dating, it couldn't be dating and Vienna wasn't going to allow herself to think of it in that manner. She had no idea what Noah was after with this, all she could hope was that he was looking for a no-strings attached kind of uncomplicated fun. A way to chase away the grim world outside for just a short while, if nothing else. This evening was only about spending time with a man who had piqued her interest in more ways than one, someone who hadn't backed down from her or her attitude. Even if this wasn't dating - which it wasn't - she couldn't deny that in some way or another she had connected with Noah in their brief interactions. It couldn't hurt to have a form of release, right?
This was all supposed to be about fun, which was exactly why Vienna was going to try to avoid thinking of it any other manner. She also wasn't going to think about Bea watching Ledger and how that was going. Maybe this would be a reminder that she was allowed to have things for herself, that she was something more than simply Ledger's mother. Which was maybe why she had allowed herself to fuss over her appearance more than usual, focusing on hair and make-up, since she couldn't exactly focus on what she wore, since her wardrobe was much smaller than it used to be.
Vienna wasn't expecting anything special, after all this was a prison after all. So she was pleasantly surprised when Noah threw open the door to the cell and she caught sight of the fact that it was at least tidy, and although it wasn't a candle, she thought it was sweet he had actually put out the flashlight. She had only spent one night in one of Sing Sing's cells, having moved into Bea's place shortly after arriving here, but she thought it was a genius idea to cover the open fronts of the cell, made it seem more private, more like a room and less like a cell.
Though her attention was soon drawn from the cell and back to Noah, taking his appearance for the first time in a well-lit room. His smile was dashing, and she noted that he had dimples, something she hadn't paid attention to that night at the wall. "Absolutely, you sound so entirely confident that you'll accomplish it," her own smile was a bit mischief, bordering on teasing as she slipped into the cell, brushing past Noah probably closer than she needed to. "And I see your tattoos have in fact not gone anywhere." It was hard to miss the tattoos littered over his arms, which only made her wonder how many more he actually had, and where they might be.