[ Unlike Thomas, the moment Newt sends his message, he keeps his attention focused on Thomas. He's glanced around the room enough, he wasn't smart enough to get any clues from it. He knows Thomas is smarter than him, so he'll leave that up to him, if he wants to find clues. So he sticks with what he's familiar with, watching Thomas's facial expressions change, watching the way he gets that look that clearly says he's thinking - that his brain is going a million miles a second. Sometimes, Newt's surprised smoke never floods out of his ears like a broken down car.
He remembers how Thomas had overloaded him with questions when they'd been sitting down by the log. He remembers how Alby had found it frustrating how many questions Thomas asked. He'd even ranted a little bit to Newt the first night.
Facial expressions are a thing Newt's always been good at reading and noticing, unlike Thomas it seems... But he knows he's going to have to adapt for this place. His eyes fall to Thomas's hands as he types, watching them dance over the keyboard he can't see. He looks so focused until his fingers start hesitating, like he doesn't know what he wants to say. When he begins typing again, Newt notices it's a bit slower.
He checks his device when Thomas stops, and his lips press together in thought as he picks apart the questions. ]
What they knew apparently, including the monsters, yeah. Why do you think I'd know why they'd want to keep a dead body in it? And I'm not sure where it is yet.
There's a video on a bulletin board.
[ It's Newt's turn to hesitate, as he processes what Thomas has said. They have to look for him. ]
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He remembers how Thomas had overloaded him with questions when they'd been sitting down by the log. He remembers how Alby had found it frustrating how many questions Thomas asked. He'd even ranted a little bit to Newt the first night.
Facial expressions are a thing Newt's always been good at reading and noticing, unlike Thomas it seems... But he knows he's going to have to adapt for this place. His eyes fall to Thomas's hands as he types, watching them dance over the keyboard he can't see. He looks so focused until his fingers start hesitating, like he doesn't know what he wants to say. When he begins typing again, Newt notices it's a bit slower.
He checks his device when Thomas stops, and his lips press together in thought as he picks apart the questions. ]
What they knew apparently, including the monsters, yeah. Why do you think I'd know why they'd want to keep a dead body in it? And I'm not sure where it is yet.
There's a video on a bulletin board.
[ It's Newt's turn to hesitate, as he processes what Thomas has said. They have to look for him. ]
We've got to find him if he is here.