"That is unfortunate," Newt says of all the damage these creatures are apparently capable of, shaking his head. "Still, that is quite something, to dedicate a decade of your life to these kaiju."

This Newt's world sounds entirely more dangerous than even his own, just by the sound of the kaiju. Newt wonders at how the people in Newt's world survived. He can also guess, from his own experiences, of how people might come to view those that study these creatures, and he admires Newt all the more for his dedication.

"And a hive mind?" Newt blinks, even more curious now. "Merlin. I've never seen such a thing in such large creatures before. That must have been fascinating."

He nods, before bringing his suitcase to the front of his knees. Cautiously, he opens it, and a loud, gurgling noise rushes through. "Dougal, no. We've been through this. You can't come out just yet. Merlin knows that's the last thing I need, you running invisible throughout Darrow."

Once Dougal is settled, Newt reaches in and quickly grabs the Niffler, pulling him out before shutting the suitcase tight.

"One Niffler, as requested," he says, holding the squirming creature in his arms to show to Newt.