"Y'know, it's weird, I--" She pauses to stifle a yawn, though she can't quite control her grin, because she thinks she's being pretty hilarious right now before she's even finished her sentence. It's probably that she's tired and would really like to be asleep again, but maybe she's also really funny. "I always thought geniuses had way bigger vocabularies than that."

The laugh that escapes her is dangerously close to a giggle and she muffles it against the side of Newt's neck and this is totally, one hundred percent her sleep deprivation, but everything just seems really funny all of the sudden. Not the nightmares, not the nosebleed, none of that is funny, but everything else. The memory of catching him climbing on the chair, the dinner with Danny, breaking into the security office, Halloween. She's not sure why she's remembering all these things now, but they're all really amusing at the moment and she laughs again, still with her face pressed to his neck. "Stop it." Like he's somehow responsible for her sudden urge to laugh at everything.