Even with the current situation and the dark cloud of emotions hanging over, Noella still could not help but smile as she casually walked back to her ragged shack outside the tavern. The thought of just attempting to reorganize Coyote revitalized her. Noella can understand the vengeful feelings and grief that Ronnie and Boyd both felt but Noella has never been too good to empathize with others unless it's from a shared experience. Most likely a result of her upbringing. Noella was raised by her mother and left her in good health. Without the opportunity to make any real friends, she just stayed close to her mother and help with the small shop they had in Florida. She has never truly lost anyone even somewhat close to her until the demise of Coyote. The manner in which she was raised is the main motivation that led to her rash decision to leave with Boyd IV. Though he was much more enthusiastic and compelling back then.

As she entered the shack she broke off the two utensils she bent to make a handle on the outside. Closing the door she slid a broken broom stick through the handle and angled it so she could place the other end into a small notch in the sheet of metal welded to the floor. The shack was under protection of the peace keepers since everything she stores in there is for peacer usage, but peacers usually don't go in there and leave it to Noella to maintain. Closing the door made it quite dark inside other than several thin yellow rays piercing through from many cracks in the walls and ceiling, as if the complete darkness of the shack represented the darkness of the world and the beams of lights were a divine power trying to reach her. She paused for a moment as she always appreciates the oddly beautiful sights in this ugly world. Noella keeps such wild moments of intense imagination to herself as she knows such things would seem as a sign of insanity creeping up on her. Returning to reality Noella quickly lights a few candles scattered throughout the shack and she grabs a duffle bag. Making her way across each table to grab a decent amount of whatever was at that station, she finally gets to the last table where she grows poison hemlock. 

After carefully stashing the paralytic plant Noella extinguishes the candles, removes the broom stick and heads towards the hospital. " AYYYY NOEL!" A tall hairy man yelled from behind, waving his whole arm like a child and a large smile to grab her attention. Noella turned nervously to recognize him as the man who has fancied her since she first got there with Boyd, a fellow peace keeper with an abnoxious ego. Putting on a fake smile and adjusting her duffle farther on her back she greets him back. " Hey Joe, you know I'd prefer you didn't yell my name out everytime you want to talk with me." Noella says with attitude, trying to deter his interest. " Ah well who cares right, we're the ones runnin' this area." The man says as he steps closer and begins stroking his long, brown, frizzy beard. " Sooo I was wonderin'.." Noella interrupts him before he continues to what she could only guess as another pick up attempt. " I'm sorry Joe but I am pretty busy right now, the hospital needs these supplies quickly." Noella told the man, she knew he would try to join like he always does if she told him it was a scavenging trip so this was the best she could come up with on the spot. "Naw that's alright little lady, I can wait for ya out here then. Don't take too long." Noella nods and smirks as she continues on and enters the hospital. As she goes through the back and reaches the well, she knows that it might be a problem if that man did not give up and went looking for her. Noella sits on the ground, leaning her back up against the well and lets out a heavy sigh. "Me tuer maintenant." meaning kill me now, a phrase Noella often says in times of frustration.