Newt stops mid-pace and squints into the phone before holding it back against his ear. "Are you-- Are you eating in my time of distress and need? Just casually having a snack, is that how it-- Never mind, no, I just know that I'm like, by this gnarly tree that is actually pretty creepy now that I really look at it."

He tilts his head at the tree and raises an eyebrow because he swears the branches look like they're reaching for him. Paranoid, goddamn that Derek Hale. "You know, if I die in here, you're gonna have to answer to Chuck. He could rival you in a death glare competition."