Tara and Noah
"Definitely get some rest," Noah told her. "Kinda makes this place easier to take." He smiled wryly. Being well-rested always made him think more clearly, at least. "Tomorrow at eleven," he agreed. "'Night, Tara." He nodded to her and then moved along, going to look out the nearest window and chatting to whomever he ran into on the way. After that he'd go for dessert and probably take it up to his room unless he got into another conversation with someone. Not a bad night at all.