"I don't remember you," he says bluntly. "I only met a couple people last week and you definitely weren't one of them."

He continues to stare at Bruce in a hard, analytical sort of way. Like he was attempting to remember but absolutely nothing was coming to mind. Newt was good with faces, great even. He felt oddly hot, his fingers itching to grab onto something.

But then again, after everything he's been through....Was it possible that he'd been here before? Had he undergone another memory wipe? Because now that he was looking at Bruce, really looking at him, the guy seemed sincerely convinced they knew each other. Not like he was trying to do something underhanded. Newt bit at the inside of his lip, swinging from wary to unsettled in a matter of seconds.

"-What do you know about me exactly? How'd we meet?"