[Newt freezes and drops his hand away from the sharp things. Oh, right, okay, this is... The guy. He'll stop being the tensest person in the world in a second, probably.]

Sorry. So you're, uh... [It takes him a moment.] Michael?

[He's pretty sure that's his name. Finally, Newt relaxes.]

What's with the eyes? You look pretty creepy running around with your hood up like that, just so you know.