[Newt glances up from his coffee and the work he's totally doing, for sure, he's not just sitting here staring into space. He... sort of recognizes this guy? So many people come in and out of the city on the regular that it gets hard to keep track, but this vaguely seems like a face he's encountered before. Maybe. He's terrible with faces. And names, actually. It's a good thing this guy doesn't seem sure about Newt, either. The feeling is mutual.]
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That'd be me. What's up?