A fighter, huh? Noda nodded slightly as the other girl spoke passionately about her circumstances. Of course, this would cause most people to be scared of the person in question, but she did say that she rarely fought out of anger. If such a thing is true, that would mean this Lynda person had an adequate control of her feelings. At least, that's what Noda believed. Then again, as he had told her, you can never assume you know a person just by their looks. Noda himself was a prime example of that.
After her interesting story, the other girl had apologized for its length. "No, no! It's alright! It was actually an interesting story!" He objected, not needing to lie about it as he was truly intrigued by her tale. What could he say? There's a certain... curiosity that needs to be quenched when you can learn about another person's past.
"Ah, there it is; room 6. Want any help with your stuff?"
Following Lynda's gaze, Noda saw the building clearly labelled with the number six on its door. Judging from the door being slightly ajar, he believed it was safe to assume his roommate had already arrived and set himself up. There was no need to keep on this facade for longer than he had to. "Oh, no that's okay. You've done more than enough already!" He answered, giving her a bright smile, "I think my roommate is already there so, if anything, I could ask them for help. Thanks for everything!" With a quick bow of thanks, Noda picked up his pace towards the bulding.
As he neared the door of what would be his home for the duration of the camp, he begun to wonder what kind of person his roommate was. Noda knocked on the, already slightly open, door and opened it a bit more. Just enough for him to look inside without exposing more than his head. "Hello~?" he called out, checking to see if anyone would reply, "Is the other person who's staying here already present?"