"I realize exactly that, and I have little to no problem with it," Newt answers, lifting his chin at her even as he kneels down next to the bucket. He doesn't want to distress Seymour with any more bickering, even though he doesn't even know how this bickering even started or why it's happening with a lady he's never met, never mind the fact that he's never actually seem Seymour distressed. He kind of just always sits in his bucket, loving the ammonia life.

He pauses for a beat, just long enough to maybe make her a little more curious, then shrugs. "I guess I could tell you about it, though, if you want hear about it. Giant monsters, saving the world from an impending apocalypse, that's what it is, if you're into that kind of thing."

If he's honest, Newt think she just might be, so he holds an arm out for her to get a better look at one of his tattoo sleeves. "These guys on my arm? Yeah, they were real, and most of them weighed in around the two hundred, two hundred and fifty pounds mark. Came out of a hole in the Pacific and just destroyed entire cities, they were engineered to do it. The kaiju blue, that was just their blood, but it was toxic so it would contaminate anywhere a kaiju was injured or killed. This little guy over here, he's a parasite. A kaiju skin louse. Good times, wouldn't you say?"