She stared conspicuously at him, both interpreting and failing. Noel was never the greatest at guessing-games, as one would imagine, which now lead her into a weird position. Somewhere in that head of his, Hazama was plotting; what was would be something she would need to figure out.

Noel blinked back the dim light that spilled across the room, her green eyes now practically glowing with curiosity. Apprehension, maybe, because it was times like these that made her not-so fond of the captain.

The clock was ticking. If she wanted payment for his actions, she would now need to offer something up in exchange.

"I..."

But what would Hazama want?

"I'll give you a week's worth of lunch!"

...it was a start.