"Don't call it food," Newt snaps, "it was a mint, dude. A mint isn't food."

He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anything he can't take back while stuck on an elevator with someone, closing his eyes as he takes in a deep, zen breath that doesn't help even at all.

"Screaming won't do us any good," he says, "everyone on the floors above and below me are always gone by like, five, so there won't be anyone there to hear us. At some point, the security guards are going to have to notice that one of the elevators aren't working, though, right?" Not necessarily, but he chooses not to go down that road. "Or... I don't know, maybe we can jump until we freefall. What's the worst that could happen?"