Noah found disinterest in trying to read what little writing Larsa responded to, as he could not recognize the handwriting nor the name. The existence in such a thing as a bulletin board in the middle of a asylum, however, did interest him. He spent the time, instead of asking questions, in reading the scrawlings and sometimes elegant curves that dotted it, finding a rather wide variety of characters.

He wondered bemusedly which one was the blond head he had seen in his cell earlier.

Following the Lord and the nurse in a hound-like gait, he immediately recognized this room, at least, as the one where he had met Kairi and gained some ground on his situation. Unfortunately, he did not recognize the blonde girl, nor where Larsa would have met her.

A familiar face, no matter who, would be better than none at all. Supposedly.