[Nope, Noir hasn't gotten the message. Or at least not the full message. He's been following her the whole time since she left the post office, trying to decide whether or not it would be wise of him to initiate combat. In truth, he really doesn't care, but knowing that the whole damn facility is for her and against him...well, he's not stupid enough to take those odds.
Of course, most of the times she happens to look in his direction, he won't be there. That is, until the restrictions on his ring tire him out from the constant teleporting. So eventually, he'll be there behind her a few feet away, looming like an airborne disease, bloody sword in hand and wings folded in front of him.]