It's a bit of a ping-pong match between them- but instead of a ball, it's being surprised and having to process whatever is being said. And done. And Noa of course is now doing that, once again blinking rapidly with a somewhat stunned expression.

"What you did?" he repeats, before scoffing at the notion. "Please...you can blame the teacher for most of that," Noa mutters, not quite ready to admit that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have laughed to begin with. "All you did was sit there...I'm plenty over it, trust me."

Which of course implies anything was done at all, but. Well, again, he's not about to admit he was wrong out loud. ...Not yet anyway.

"...Who are you, anyway?" he finally asks, not making any motion to look for anything under the hood.