An eyebrow raised at the mention of another name, and it was at that moment Noah realised being locked away in the tower meant he could not get into the world easily where he could meet people. He only met people he knew, in Orlais and Ferelden. Inside a tower. He moved in closer to see what the woman was doing but ended up stepping back a little when the fire was noticably warm. He was watching, but wasn't so vapid that he didn't know what she was doing. He just rarely had to do things for himself. This was an increasingly good life.
He put thoughts of Kinloch Hold aside and refocused his energy on something that wouldn't trouble him later. He watched her slice the meat into chunks. It was curiosity on his part, and because she was cooking that he had nothing to do. So when asked, he was happy to take the skins and collect the water, and walked off with more than a little enthusiasm.
"So where are you from?" he asked when he'd returned. He put the skins on the ground so they wouldn't roll and sat down opposite the roasting fire.