[ Newt doesn't expect some grumpy sounding dude to flag him down, and the rudeness of the demand makes Newt feel less bad for shining his flashlight in the guy's face. Regardless, the teenager follows the order, his limp a little more prominent than it normally is; balancing weight oddly when you hurt all over is a bit difficult. Despite the problems the English boy was facing, he didn't seem to want anyone's help - the damage being something he's lived with for a while now.
The flashlight is aimed at whatever was in front of Han when he gets closer. Newt doesn't exactly know what the other guy is doing, but it looks important - like he knows what he's doing. ]
What are ya doin'? [ The blond narrows dark eyes at Han, trying to decide if the stranger is WCKD or part of whoever brought them here. ] Is this your ship? [ Ship feels like a weird word for what they're on, but it's what comes to Newt's scrubbed mind. ]
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The flashlight is aimed at whatever was in front of Han when he gets closer. Newt doesn't exactly know what the other guy is doing, but it looks important - like he knows what he's doing. ]
What are ya doin'? [ The blond narrows dark eyes at Han, trying to decide if the stranger is WCKD or part of whoever brought them here. ] Is this your ship? [ Ship feels like a weird word for what they're on, but it's what comes to Newt's scrubbed mind. ]