It’s really as Noa expected, Ruth’s recounting of the things she caught the night before. It’s probably what everyone else saw too, and nothing that Noa is embarrassed about so she can rest easy that her reputation isn’t tarnished any. Not that it was of huge concern to begin with.
“It ain’t really my fault the man likes me,” Noa responds with a small shrug of her own. “I’m sure if some of ‘em had asked he would have given ‘em a ride too.” Then she thinks a little about that and amends with, “well maybe not the patches.” Although she couldn’t be all that sure. It’s probably cause for another celebration that everyone made it through the night without major injury. It’s probably just as likely that they won’t be seeing a rowdy blowout like that for a while either, so it’s only fair that everyone got to stretch a little.
Small talk in the hangar isn’t a habit of hers, she knows the kind of gossips that filter through, but she and Ruth get on well enough that she appreciates they can carry a conversation even while Noa’s trying to fend off a fog. “Did someone really try scaling the ferris wheel?” Ruth had thrown that out, and if it’s true she’s almost sad she missed it.