"That'd be one shitty paper airplane, dude," Newt says, glancing over his shoulder with a lifted brow, though he's amused because he actually can picture Coop trying to make one. He can even see multiple attempts being made, which would provide at least five minutes of solid entertainment so Newt thinks that at some point, he should put his friend to work on that.

"Hey, you never know," he answers, locking away some samples that he'd been making notes on earlier. "I mean, let's hope it never comes to that, but you'd be in pretty good hands."

It doesn't take much longer to put away everything that absolutely needs to be put away. The lab is still a little bit of a mess but it's fine, nothing that won't be taken care of tomorrow. Not by him, probably, but that's neither here nor there.

"Okay, you ready to do this? Because I'm thirsty as hell, plus I starved myself a little because I want to eat about five trillion wings at the bar."