He stops calling once he hears footsteps. Noah waits, letting her come to him, his smile turning into a soft laugh at her first question. His voice has a similar softness to it when he speaks, along with a very English accent.

"Last time I checked, yes." There's no sarcasm in his words though, no mocking in his grin. "Although I used to tell people that my brother and I were hatched from an egg, but that's before I understood - well." Noah grimaces. There's really no need to go into that.

"My name's Noah." He starts stepping closer, his movements slow and deliberate, hands held up in front of him. "I'm a passenger aboard the Tranquility. You're dreaming." Noah isn't sure if she'll believe him or not. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes they run away, leaving Noah to decide if he should retreat or try to find them. But she doesn't seem upset by this cold, dark landscape.

"What's your name?"