[The disorienting sensation of changing locations suddenly and by mathematical reasoning and little else, almost leaves him sick when he arrives in the lab. Lack of proper nutrition and his own smell undoubtedly contributes to the nauseousness, but Newt considers his arrival a success in that he doesn't puke all over Hermann's side of the lab. Of course, it doesn't help his disorientation that he half expected to be taken home--but naturally, if Hermann was the one operating the drone, he would be in the lab.

And what a beautiful lab it was. Newt could always appreciate the high class scientific experience Starktech offered, but now it was more than that. There was Hermann's mug on his desk, the ridiculous dinosaur pencils Newt bought from the kid's stationary section, familiar writing on the chalkboards, the steady hum of electronics like a warmth around him...

He follows after Hermann (gorgeous sight-for-sore-eyes Hermann--Newt wants to just curl up among the sweater-vests and sleep for a thousand years), at a reasonable distance, but close enough he thinks he might be useful if Hermann stumbles or falls. ]

Not even a 'hello'? Just a 'Newton, you stink.' Oh, well, I see how it is! [Is he really insulted? No. God, though, will anyone even let him in a taxi smelling like this? Hermann will practically need his own cab just to not die from the smell.]

I'm half-tempted to jump under the chemical shower and see what it'll wash away. Hey...You couldn't just magic up a real shower, could you?