[ Newt doesn't expect the sight he's met with when he trips over someone's legs, but he only falters for a moment, dark eyes scanning over the other guy who tried to help him from stumbling - something Newt's rather thankful for, his busted leg not doing much to help. Really, he was in too much of a rush to get out of that place, to exit the creepy ship and hopefully find himself not in a brand new maze or in the scorch. ]
Oh, I'm brilliant. [ There's tired sarcasm laced in the answer, but it doesn't seem to be meant as offensive to the other guy. Squinting, Newt looks at Alex, watching his head wound. ] You're bleeding. [ Newt's hand moves to hover over the spot on his own head where Alex is bleeding, and simply stares in mild amazement at what the gash is doing...
Right, it's way too dark in there and he's possibly going nuts. Clearing his throat he nods downwards. ]
There's a backpack under your seat. Might have somethin' for that. [ The teenager hasn't gone through his own yet, but there might be something helpful for a head injury in it, not that Newt's really sure what would qualify as helpful. Gauze? A band-aid? A sewing kit? ]
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Oh, I'm brilliant. [ There's tired sarcasm laced in the answer, but it doesn't seem to be meant as offensive to the other guy. Squinting, Newt looks at Alex, watching his head wound. ] You're bleeding. [ Newt's hand moves to hover over the spot on his own head where Alex is bleeding, and simply stares in mild amazement at what the gash is doing...
Right, it's way too dark in there and he's possibly going nuts. Clearing his throat he nods downwards. ]
There's a backpack under your seat. Might have somethin' for that. [ The teenager hasn't gone through his own yet, but there might be something helpful for a head injury in it, not that Newt's really sure what would qualify as helpful. Gauze? A band-aid? A sewing kit? ]