Alright, so she was under some kind of spell. He could quite clearly see that she was in immense physical pain but there was nothing Noah could do except stand back and watch. He could try to help, but he was pretty sure he'd just end up making it worse somehow. It was just a matter of making sure no one noticed and thought that it was him doing this to her, doing another search of the block he found it empty. Thank god for tiny towns. Cities. Fuck, whatever this bitch was fucked up and now he was responsible for her. Damn it.
Noah exhaled sharply, he could try taking her mind off it but he was pretty sure that that wouldn't help, like, at all. "I-I'm Noah," he stuttered awkwardly, feeling like an idiot as he spoke. "Wh-whoa, are you alright? What's your name? Do you like... ice cream?" Leaning forward a little more, his hands outstretched but still not touching her. What the fuck kind of questions were those? Like hell she would answer him, she didn't exactly look like she was in a chatty mood but Noah couldn't really think of anything else to do.