Newt snorts, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and glancing in side. "Think they'd be mad about getting knocked in the head with my card? Just over and over? I got a couple fivers in here, too, that seems like it would work." He shrugs at the question about other stores because honestly, this had been the only store on the directory that had the term 'diamond' in it. He's sure that there must be other jewelry stores in this mall, and the department stores sell shit like this. He just hadn't expected this to be such a difficult task.

"Gotta be," he says. "And if we can't find you something in the bookstore, I'll just like, make something up and try to get it sounding legit. I'm a scientist, I'm totally good with like, brain stuff. Feelings stuff, eh, maybe not so much, but I can give it a shot."