[ Newt's gaze follows the thumb, looking around the dark ship for a moment. Agitated Pomeranian mode activated. ]

Look, shuck-face, my name's Newt - not kid. And you're not answerin' my question about why ya know what you're doin'.

[ Newt doesn't know who he'd even want to get in contact with, the Right Arm? Is that even possible? He's not sure - but he has an itching feeling that WCKD is probably on their way. ]

Who are you tryin' to get in contact with? Wicked?