With a nod from Ruth, the member of her team who's lingering nearby goes to fetch the water for Noa. It isn’t far, since water is one of the things that brings everyone to the resource hangar sooner or later, but just having a second pair of legs to do the running means that Ruth can spend that time updating the log. What seems inefficient is actually the opposite.
“I’d say the fun I had was a little different sort than most went for last night.” She writes while she talks, careful block letters to record what’s leaving the hangar and who's taking it. “Didn’t drink much, didn't smash the hell out of myself with a hammer at Stump, didn't try to scale the ferris wheel. Didn't try to stop anyone else from doing those things either, though, because that shit's fun to watch." The corner of her mouth curves up into something of a smirk. It's not much praise, granted, but for a woman who doesn't even come to the bonfire most nights, the fact that Ruth went to the carnival -- and apparently enjoyed it -- speaks more than words anyway.
The ration of water is delivered seconds after Ruth finishes writing, and though she could very well leave it at that, she finds herself meeting Noa's gaze. Or as close as she can manage when the other woman's eyes are hidden behind dark glasses. "I saw you there." The words hold no undertone except mild curiosity. "You enjoyed the festivities?"