Newt had been awake for a while, he'd met a shape-shifter - supposedly - he'd helped Tommy with his injury and he was heading back to get them a few more things from the dropship that he'd seen. Food, water - god, he was such a hoarder when it came to water since being in the Scorch. If he had his way he'd never be so dehydrated his lips were cracking, and his throat was so dry it hurt to breathe. Here? it looked like the people didn't want them to dehydrate.

He was just picking up a jug of water when he heard a shout Maggie! It startled him - making him jump a little, spinning around to peer at the Asian making all the racket. "Buggin' calm down, you're gonna give us all a headache." The guy didn't look that old, but Newt wasn't that great at guesstimating ages, all he was used to was the Glade with the other boys his a little over his age and younger. "Breathe and tell me what this Maggie of yours looks like?" Newt didn't really trust adults, but he had a weakness for Asians and still this guy looked young.

"We'll see if we can find her, if ya quit the yellin'. Four eyes, better than two, right?" The once runner squinted, holding the forgotten jug of water to his own chest, pressing a large bag of trail-mix between it.