After cleaning up as best he could, Noah emerged from the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen. He was smiling contentedly as he climbed onto one of the chairs at the table. His feet were tucked underneath him, as he was just a bit too short otherwise, although he made a point not to raise up on his knees.
"Dad?" he questioned after a few seconds of simply taking in his new surroundings. "Are we gonna even try to get back home?" His tone was inquisitive, no sign of upset. Granted he would always miss his house, and his stuff, but it was just a house and stuff. He had his dad, which is what mattered the most.
He turned his attention to his father as he waited for a response, watching what Gabriel was doing with careful scrutiny.