Noah took the mail from her. She was a tiny thing, but so present and alive that she'd seemed bigger at first glance.
"Well, I think you most likely got what you were looking for that time," he said wryly. He shifted as much over to his left hand and the crook of his left arm as he could, and held out his right hand to her. "Hi, Jae-Mi. I'm Noah, and I live over there in 815. Are you an art student working on a project?"