[ What Thomas had been doing to the alien, made Newt's blood run cold, and there was screaming, from Thomas, from other people in their heads -- from the criminal. Newt had seen what Thomas was doing before, seen it back from where he was from. Seen person after person with thick black veins, and wild bloodshot eyes, chomping teeth leaking black ink everywhere. Hell, Newt had been terrified he was going to be one of those creatures, get bitten and turn...
His grip on the other Glader is strong, he's manhandled Thomas before, trying to pull him out of danger. The difference this time is that Thomas is the danger. When the shuckiest shuck calms down just a fraction, he's spitting out an apology and all but yanking away. Newt doesn't care, he's dealt with worse behaviour. Despite the space Thomas tries to put between them, Newt reaches out and pats his shoulder, before moving closer to the bomber, worry and curiosity both fighting for dominance. ] Bloody hell, ya nearly killed them, shuckface. But they're still breathin'. [ It's said to at least confirm the alien's life, and to cow Thomas just the slightest bit.
Newt grabs the Alien's arm, grip strong but not nearly as devastating as what Thomas had done. He doesn't want to have to fun after them again if they try to make another break for it. He doesn't want to admit it, but it scares him. ] What are we supposed to do with 'em? [ Obviously not kill them, but Newt had just chased after Thomas on instinct alone, he wasn't really sure what the etiquette is in this situation. It was probably a good thing he used to be one of the better Runners, or things might have been a lot worse. Warm brown eyes are on his friend, watching him carefully. Sure the slinthead deserved to die, but it isn't up to them. ]
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His grip on the other Glader is strong, he's manhandled Thomas before, trying to pull him out of danger. The difference this time is that Thomas is the danger. When the shuckiest shuck calms down just a fraction, he's spitting out an apology and all but yanking away. Newt doesn't care, he's dealt with worse behaviour. Despite the space Thomas tries to put between them, Newt reaches out and pats his shoulder, before moving closer to the bomber, worry and curiosity both fighting for dominance. ] Bloody hell, ya nearly killed them, shuckface. But they're still breathin'. [ It's said to at least confirm the alien's life, and to cow Thomas just the slightest bit.
Newt grabs the Alien's arm, grip strong but not nearly as devastating as what Thomas had done. He doesn't want to have to fun after them again if they try to make another break for it. He doesn't want to admit it, but it scares him. ] What are we supposed to do with 'em? [ Obviously not kill them, but Newt had just chased after Thomas on instinct alone, he wasn't really sure what the etiquette is in this situation. It was probably a good thing he used to be one of the better Runners, or things might have been a lot worse. Warm brown eyes are on his friend, watching him carefully. Sure the slinthead deserved to die, but it isn't up to them. ]