Noah, as he had indicated over the intranet, was ready to leave for the raid. He kept most of his things packed into his bag, ready to go, since he usually had the habit of forgetting things if he didn't keep it all together, and anything that involved leaving the safehouse was not the time to realize halfway through that you forgot something important. Still, he decided to check the contents of the bag, just to make sure that he would have everything that he would need.
First off, taking up most of the space inside the bag, was his medical supplies, given to him when he arrived. He knew the contents inside by heart, though he hadn't used most of it in his entire time here. The most common items were the dressings and they were mostly used on himself when he nicks his arm on a piece of debris, or more lamely, trips down a flight of stairs or something. On one outing, he had managed to find pain pills, though he was only allowed to keep a few and he still had all of them inside the kit. He was always sort of afraid to take them, not really sure what they could do to him, and he was always sort of afraid to take something, fall asleep and never wake up. He imagined dying like that in the apocalypse was drastically less heroic than dying in battle or something and would make for some terrible stories around the seraphim.
He checked for his glasses, which were inside a case he had taken to replace the old one which he had broken during one of his flights down the stairs and a flashlight he had also obtained during his stay here. Other than that, he didn't like to keep much space taken up, just because he usually helped carry things back, so he removed some of the articles of clothing and other random things he had collected over the course of many of his trips outside. One of his favorite things was this old journal he had found that contained a lot of entries written by some young woman. It was not an uplifting read, but sometimes, he wished he could have met this girl and just hoped that she had made it to a safehouse somewhere and wasn't one of the infected wandering the streets. He hid the journal away among his other things, shrugged his jacket on and grabbed his backpack and cricket bat.
Noah knew he probably did about as much damage as a soft breeze, but he would always back someone up if they were cornered and he felt as if he could get a hit in without endangering his life. Most of the time, however, the bat was used to break glass or remove debris from his path that might have been hazardous or difficult to do bare-handed.
Satisfied that he had all that he needed, he headed toward the only exit out of the building, assuming that the person he was looking for was the only guy leaning against a wall, not moving.
"Hey, I'm Noah," He stated when he got closer, offering his hand.