Right right, that whole "talent" thing. [He waves a hand. He's not bitter, you're bitter!! He folds up the tablet and slips it back into his jacket pocket, out of ways to pretend he's got better things to do. Well, he does have better things to do, but nothing he can do remotely. He needs to focus.

But, hmmm, the rest of that. Newt can't resist someone patting his ass, even a dumpy kid like this.]

Blind and shortsighted, huh? [He laughs.] Careful, kid. You don't want the wrong people to catch you talking like that.

[God, he's not wrong, though.]

What's your talent supposed to be, anyway?