[Newt's less-than-intimidating physical stature doesn't stop him from straightening at her attempt at a command. His eyebrows shoot up. Who does she think she is? No one's talked to him like this since Pentecost sent him to find Hannibal Chau, and at least Pentecost could pull rank. Not only was he the Marshal, but Newt actually respected the guy.]

Oh, good, so I have a couple of weeks to solve all our problems or I've failed? Where do you get off charging in here and slinging orders around? Sure, let me just magically pull a solution out of my ass! I've been sitting on critical info that will get us all home in a couple of days, but I thought I'd just keep it to myself until you bullied it out of me!

[A few weeks from now, when Newt sees that anonymous post with a picture of Caedra's frozen body, he will sorely regret mouthing off to her. But, for now, well. He picks up the scalpel and settles back in to his mess of ogre parts, waving her away with his free hand.]

"Just get it done." Are you kidding me? I don't owe you anything.