None of this is the least bit reassuring, and Chuck doesn't bother to hide the frustrated concern in his expression as he turns from one of the Crentists — Geoff — to Newt. He'd known this was a bad idea. He doesn't know how he'd known or why, but this whole thing has seemed off to him from the start, and if it weren't for the fact of his chipped tooth, he wouldn't have bothered seeing a dentist in the first goddamn place. Now that he's here, in fact, he can't remember the last time he had a dental appointment at all. Getting his teeth cleaned always seemed a little less important than saving the world, and it isn't like they'd had a team of professionals running around the 'Dome. Still, this would have been a problem either way, and they're here now, so he may as well tough it out.

A dentist with frosted tips can't be any worse than a fucking kaiju.

"Yeah, I think we've figured that out already," Chuck says dryly, nodding towards a large, framed photograph on the wall of the Crentist family standing outside the office, a Grand Reopening! banner hung in the background. "Kinda hard to miss."