[ Noah is not the type to dive into melancholy of any kind. He's far too busy for that kind of time sink, but he is surprised she caught on and gave only a bashful chuckle and sheepish smile in response to her. ]

Ah, here we are. [ He opens the door to his apartment. ] After you.

[ He joins her and leads the way up the stairs once inside and towards his tiny studio room. ]

Really, thanks again for helping me out. I'd still out there buggered out of me mind if it weren't for your help. Are you sure you don't want some? I'd be happy to-

[ He says as he opens the door to his place and stops short. His bed looking like there's someone vaguely human shaped under the sheets occupying it. ]

I swear its not what you think.

[ Quickly he sets the basket down on the small dinner table nearby and goes to the bed, yanking off the covers and waking the vaguely annoyed leopard nestled there. ]

And where have you been, miss? Around for food but gone when I needed you? Is that how it is?