Noah smirked and lifted his hood up in an attempt to block some of the light from blinding him. He pushed the door open with a shoulder and walked out into the bright, white light of Halo. "Not a day for drunkenness, but does it have to be a total waste?" He asked, hand digging deep into a pocket to pull out a sling shot and a leather bag of stones. His smirk transformed into a bigger smile. He had had this slingshot since he was a child, as is usual for children in Halo. Despite that, it was still useful.
The birds reveled in this sunlight. They were able to drink in more warmth. They became so happy and fluffy and lazy. Easy targets. Noah gestured with his head towards a group of sunbathing Ningo. He held out the slingshot to Weaver, and dug three stones from the pouch. "Big bad huntress isn't too lofty to go back to this tool, right?" he laughed, winking.
