Newt bites down hard on the insides of his cheeks to keep from smirking because the guard seriously looks like he's ready to knock them both out, his cheeks are burning red and Newt suspects that if this were a cartoon, there'd be steam blowing out of the guy's ears. He tugs on Kate's hand as he slips out the door, making sure the door shuts firmly behind them and giving a two-finger salute to the guy who's sitting at the information booth now.

It's not until they're a full block away from the station that he pulls her down onto a bench and starts to laugh hysterically, the result of a combination of adrenaline and nerves and well, shit, Kate had told that guy off and it had been awesome. Ok, there's the not-so-awesome part where Kate's almost definitely going to be handed a pink slip next time she goes in, but he thinks she deserves a lot better than this job anyway. "Well. There'd better be something on that damn tape, or I might lose my mind."