Newt perched on the edge of her bed, and dragged out a large, plastic box from beneath her feet. It was full to the brim with dart needles - a weird set of possessions for a teenager, perhaps. Carefully picking out several of them with her left hand, her right fumbled with one of the full flasks from the wooden crate beside her. The flask was a good size, and filled with a strange, pink-tinted liquid. Steadily, she pierced the film lid with one of the needles, filling it with the substance. She hummed quietly and tunelessly to herself as she repeated the process, until half of her darts were prepared and she could move onto a different flask. This time, the contents were much thicker, and coloured with a potent shade of dark green. Newt was apparently very sensible with her work, and rather than labels, she used dyes to identify her potions.

[b][color=f7941d]"Would you be so kind and bring the flashlight dear? We'll be needing them to see anything once we start to explore."[/color][/b]

Newt was stood up by this point, and she looked towards Loki with a blank, humourless expression. After a few moments of thought and a head tilt later, a wry smile crept onto Newt's lips, and she pulled her cloak over her shoulders. [color=olive]"With pleasure, dear commander."[/color]

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As usual, Newt lagged behind the group, though its purpose was perhaps understandable. If something [i]were[/i] to happen, Newt would need to gain some distance behind as quickly as possible, as to provide the best line of support. Though this mindset remained for now, she expected that she would need to help the front-line in navigating the deeper, more unstable tunnels. Newt was remarkably more reserved when outside; a feat which generally didn't go unnoticed. Her playfulness had dulled down significantly, especially so since her recent 'accident.' Even during the group's introductions, Newt knew it was better to keep her mouth shut. [i]Leave it to the grown-ups.[/i]

Newt peered over her comrade's shoulders, tip-toeing as to get a glimpse of the crumbled tunnel. [color=olive]"... Easy."[/color] she breathed to herself, eyeing various gaps within the debris. It looked simple for her to navigate, and the rubble itself seemed like an easy job to shift. Especially with Sidney, the group's very own demolitionist.

[b][color=f7941d]"Great. Let's take look around and see what we can find. Newt, I hope you have the flashlights that i asked for."[/color][/b]

Newt cracked a smile, shifting her position and taking a deep, exaggerated bow. She extended her right arm, revealing an array of flashlights hooked onto the inside of her cloak, along with her toxin darts and tear gas. Real shady dealer-style. [color=olive][i]"Shh. Wanna buy some torches?"[/i][/color] She lifted her left hand, pressing her finger to her lips.