Fresh off his conversation with Draco Malfoy-Xavier, Newt was far less panicked. Well -- at least his panic was far less immediate. He was gradually setting into a comfortable, long-term panic, readying himself for whatever trouble this city planned on bringing him. And -- yes, considering how he might learn more about the city and whether time really did stop outside of it. If he could confirm it, then maybe he could stop worrying about his creatures.

A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, but it still took him a moment to respond.

"Me?" Yes, she was looking at him, and there was nobody else around, so. Probably him. "Not quite. I mean -- that is to say -- just getting acquainted."