Noah isn't an animal, and he's got no animal with him, but he has the same sort of skittish wariness when he notices another person once he turns the corner. He's got his bag on his shoulder as he goes on a regular supply run, and Amos isn't a face he recognizes. There's few enough people here that Noah has seen most of them at least once or twice, even if they haven't talked.

"Um. Hi." He tries as an opener. "... Are you new?"