I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah was obedient to all of what the doctor needed him to do. He figured with the way Tobi moved, she seemed to be finishing up. Noah took the time that she took his temperature to button up his shirt. As she took the thermometer back from his mouth, Noah ran his hands down his thighs and rested them on his knees. He nodded at her comments about Cian, taking them carefully and storing them away. Noah was not worried about having to shield himself from lying to the man -- in Noah's life, he had always been an honest man.
Making a brief hmm sound, Noah thought about her question. He had plenty of his own questions, swirling behind his forehead. Questions along the lines of: what can I do now, I feel different but can't describe it do you know what that means, will they accept me here, and so on and so forth. None of them really felt palatable, except one: "What else can you tell me about the Order?" Noah tilted his head slightly and lifted a brow, wondering what information the doctor would give him. There was little that Noah knew about the Order, having been stored away in Halo for so long. There were plenty of rumors surrounding them, plenty of fear, plenty of wonder.
NOAH
