Noa has been debating back and forth with himself, if he should use his 'computer age' to his advantage in this situation. Maybe it'd throw them off.

Or maybe they'd just continue laughing and make things that much more irritating. The hecklers in any case just laugh a bit more about what either one of them expect to do about...well, anything.

Eugh. "....You three realize all you'll find in there are basic school supplies, I hope..." he grumbles, still wanting those back all the same.