"Oh, I'm a loony? You're the one pointing a-- what is that, is that wood? Is that a freakin' stake? You're carrying a stake around like you're hunting vampires or something, and I'm the loony. That's rich but check it, lady, this little guy isn't a vampire and neither am I so let's just chill, okay?"

It's a little easier to do that when she backs off, and Newt still feels like he's just had like, eighteen coffees in a row because he's all kinds of jittery right now. This is so not what he'd expected when he'd brought Seymour out here tonight, but he supposes it could be worse. She could've just kicked the bucket over and his skin louse would have been lost forever.

"He doesn't bite," Newt answers, and it's the truth. He pauses, huffing a sigh with a roll of his eyes. "He doesn't do much of anything actually, he just kind... sits in his bucket. I've been keeping him in my lab for a couple months and there hasn't been much change, so I thought I'd see if a different environment might help. Turns out no, not so much." He glances down at the parasite, grimacing as all six of Seymour's eyes blink back up at him. "I'll tell you what, the things he would have clung to really know how to fuck a world up but you could at least use them for stuff after they died. I mean, after the kaiju blue was neutralized, obviously."