"Fine, fine," he answers, throwing his hands up in the air like she's asked something outrageous. "No cabana boys, no nothin'." It's not like she has anything to worry about, which Newt is fairly sure she knows, hopes even more that she doesn't doubt.

"Lucky you," he says dryly, drumming his fingers against his own chest. "I'm pretty sure it's these eyes that kept me from getting killed by my black market buddy, rest in peace." He doesn't think that at all, actually, but it seems like just as good an explanation as any other--how they'd gone from Hannibal Chau throwing him to the mercy of the kaijus to personally escorting him to the site of a fallen Otachi, Newt doesn't know. Another theory he has is that Chau must have developed a weird sort of respect for a little guy who'd cheated death by kaiju and then showed up demanding a brain. Or maybe he'd just had a little crush. "But your thing might have worked, too."