Her name was Juliette? "I'm Romeo," added Noah, scrambling for something that sounded ancient and old. So a character from old Bill Shakespeare plays seemed to work to him. "What was your mother's name, young Juliette?" he asked. Noah deemed that he must appear all wise and knowledgable. He needed Juliette to believe in the farce for a little more.

"Thank you, my lady," said Noah, still pretending to be an armor. He wasn't sure how long this ruse would last now. He had to think of another option perhaps?

"A Leader?" he repeated as he heard the girl look into the suit of armor. He hid in the corner waiting for her to move away from this particular suit. "I cannot speak of my leader with mere mortals..."