"It's not that obvious, is it?" Newt downs the last of his drink and signals to the bartender for another, plus one for the other guy. "I have actively tried my entire life not to be one of them scientists, I hate the stereotype. I mean, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a smart guy, full-on genius, dude. It's just the image, it's so... I don't know, boring, with the sweater vests and the tweed." The Hermann, basically, which Newt is now realizing he actually doesn't that that much.

Anyway, he moves past it quickly enough because whoa, an islands and electromagnetic energy, and doesn't that sound familiar. Sounds like the plot of some campy movie or something, but hell, he's way past doubting anyone's story after what he's seen. "No, dude, I mean, I don't know about the whole time travel shifting thing or smokey murderers, even though that sounds awesome, I just really like to know how things work, you know? But uh, looks like you came out of it alive, so... Cheers?"