Course it would make noise too. Good thing it hadn't other wise he'd likely throw the thing, and make himself look like a real idjit. Chagrin painted over his face at the notion that he didn't figure that it would have. Still he watched just over her shoulder as she showed him all that she knew.
"Don't reckon I'll need the letters too much, can't figure I'll be writing anyone a message, seeing as none of my people are here." Not that he had a whole lot of people. "Don't reckon this place has a Railroad?" Maybe he could work on finding his way home if it did.