Noah raised his brows at Charlotte's seemingly shocked state that he would travel to pick her up. In his mind, there wasn't much of another option - he may not have been the classiest guy in the world, but the last thing he wanted was for her to take her chances in a city she wasn't familiar with at night. Boston had a lot of stereotypes attached to it, from it's crowds, buildings, nightlife...all the way down to it's people. And most of those reputations, unfortunately, could be a bit rough. As much as he wanted to deny a lot of them, too...sometimes reputations were in place for a reason.

"Yeah, of course. It's no big deal." He offered with a shrug, knowing that he didn't belong in that town for a second. But, it wasn't like they would be staying there. A first date...or, technically a second, wasn't exactly conducive to 'meeting the family', and even thinking about that made Noah realize he was getting ahead of himself. If he was going to go out with Charlotte again, on a more 'traditional' style date, he needed to take things one step at a time. Maybe he was intrigued by her, but the differences between them on the surface would be obvious to anyone. 

Still, she seemed to have more patience than he did, and she actually managed to get him to just...breathe. For as laid back as his personality was, Noah hardly ever found contentment in sitting still. He had a job where he was able to work with his hands, he walked most places in the city, and he would have rather been doing something creative than lounging on the couch playing a video game. But, patience was a virtue, and Charlotte seemed to hold it in a way he never really had. "No...I don't." He managed a grin, trying to take a bit of that quality from her. 

As the line moved forward, Noah began to ease into it a bit more. They would be in soon enough, and even though he preferred less people and less organized tours of the church, part of him was actually very excited to show her a part of the city, a building - as simple as some may have thought it was. It was something he didn't share with many people. "The church? Well..it was a struggle for it to even get built. The funding, the plans for it...no one thought it would ever come to be. But it finally was finished in 1874...the paintings inside were done in 1877, I think. It's called a 'Gothic Revival' church. Richard Upjohn was the architect, and that was really his style. Only problem was, he was a Brit, not an American." He smirked, jokingly, and as the line shifted forward again, Noah instinctively placed a hand at her lower back, guiding her gently forward with him. 

"Alright, you gotta tell me something else about you before I make myself seem any more lame..." He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "Any nerdy qualities that'll make me feel better about myself?"