The lights are dim in the lobby, reception had left awhile ago--and Allison had glared at him until he'd promised her he'd leave soon--but Newt knows there are still plenty of people working overtime in the building. They're the ones who prefer it quiet, the ones who think better on their own. Sometimes, Newt's one of them, mostly because it allows him to blast whatever music he wants on his floor without having to waste any time giving a shit about whether or not someone's going to complain about it. Other times, he needs to sound off on someone, even though nobody's been as good about it as Hermann.

He doubts he'll ever get as good a partner as Hermann, in fact. Well, unless dude shows up, obviously.

"'Course I can deconstruct it," Newt says defensively, narrowing his eyes at Sirius as he jabs at the elevator button. He bounces on his heels, pausing for a beat as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Eventually I'll be able to, anyway. And did you say Muggle? I know a guy who uses that term. Not personally, but my wife used to date him. In another world. I know how it sounds. Anyway, he's a wizard. Like, bona fide, magic wand wizard. Crazy shit, right?"