Derek rolls his eyes and cuffs him lightly on the back of the head, almost amused at how quickly Newt believed him. "Not ever happening, pal."

His eyes glow red as he scans ahead, and he can see the faint glimmer of lights through the treeline. Newt won't be able to see them yet, so Derek lets his hand hover near his back, ready to grab him if he falls. "I steer clear of the locals a much as I can. They weird me out."