[Wow?? That's rude as hell??? but also he is struggling to think of a comeback because, let's be honest here, they both know that Noah is absolutely the stronger one here physically. Clamor sure wouldn't be able to swing a giant sickle around like that... his only weight training is carrying heavy textbooks up and down stairs...

It's fine, though, because they're interrupted by a gaggle of angry classmates busting through the door. Clamor jumps, taking a few hasty steps forward to stand partly in front of Noah—but once it's clear they're not actually under attack, he does try to relax a little. Well, this is a reasonable reaction, considering they both walked out in the middle of clean-up.]

Sorry, sorry! We were just, ah, looking for something Noah dropped— ack, did I track that around? Here, let me take that off your hands, we'll get this cleaned back up in no time— Noah, you can help too! And make sure to wipe your shoes off first.

[There's still some grumbling and the other students don't seem terribly pleased, but they've been pacified... for now. After throwing a couple mops and a bucket at the delinquent transfer students, anyway.

... they sure did have to track blood across half the room to check all those desks tho, huh. this might take awhile.]