It was true. Noah was stumbling all over himself and nearly making a fool of the man he was. He was all out of sorts in this new territory. Exploring had him beside himself. He wondered, for a moment, if the warmth and the sun and the saltwater could cause insanity....but he shook his head. "Yeah..." he trailed off, laughing deeply with her. What was happening? This introverted man, normally reserved, was just spewing in front of this woman. He sighed a deep, hearty sigh and scratched his head some. "Noah, Noah Olson. Halovian hunter." He said, though he faintly remembered introducing himself before.
"Maybe we should walk, or something. Get out of the heat." He said, standing up and offering a hand to Phoebe. Maybe moving around would help the blood flow through his body better, and for his mind to clear. Perhaps he would able to regain some of the grace he had.
