[ Nihlus lets Newt take his hand, giving the man a slow blink at the sudden wall of words. With all the serenity of someone who was way too used to this, he reaches out and locks his work console his free hand before turning back to the new guy and gently nabbing him around the shoulders mid-bob, careful of his claws. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about, but you smell like death made out with a lab accident and I'd like to helpfully direct you- [ he gently turns Newt around and starts steering him back out. ] to a shower.

[ He sounds more baffled than irritated at least. ]

Which deck have you been assigned to?