[Newt grips their arms back, mindful of Kirk’s injury; last thing he wants is to make that any worse. But at Jim’s discontented reply, he shakes his head, disbelief and uncertainty warring even hours after the speakeasy attack.]

One of those ti’shaaz assholes just kept beating me, felt like — getting hit with a wrecking ball, over and over; Rosinante looked right at me and just… bolted. Kept calling to him for help over the earpiece, but —

[Newt’s mouth snaps shut, and he quiets at the memory. He’s pissed, yeah, but he’s also hurt; is he that easy to abandon? Squeezing Finn’s arm, he says:]

Don’t worry about it. Lets just — get out of here alive.

It’s up to the others now. To get that damn orb.