"I like it," he says, and he does, it's different. Unique. Like her owner. The last dog he'd been around was Max, Chuck's pup, and he'd been a good little guy. He suspects Chuck must miss him pretty terribly, they'd been practically inseperable whenver Chuck was in the 'Dome. In fact, it's only with Max that Newt ever remembers seeing Chuck even remotely vulernable, and he briefly weighs the consequences of finding Chuck a new dog here in Darrow before deciding against it. Maybe a little stuffed bulldog, though.

He squeezes her hand as he hits the play button, taking a deep breath. He's tapping his foot against the ground, and he tries to stop it, it's a nervous thing, but it's awfully hard with all this suspense. The video flickers, and it's just footage of Kate looking bored at her post at the information booth for a few seconds until it cuts to snow and static. Which, okay, that's awfully anticlimactic. He looks over at her, trying not to look too disappointed. "Um. At least we're still alive?"