[By the second day, some more of Newton's stuff has arrived (no thanks to you Delta), and he's had a bit more time to make the room a little presentable. He's at least hung an anatomical chart by the bed to make it look more 'doctory' as well as an original Godzilla poster behind the desk to make it more 'Newty'.
When the Alternian wanders in, Newt glances up from his laptop, catching up on a mathematics journal published by a friend of his and can't help but stare. He's used to seeing Alternian's, but they are usually in pieces. It's nice to see a whole one. He can tell by the slight pigment variation on the troll's joints that she's somewhere in the middle blood-caste group, but he'd not know for sure unless he took some blood.
Okay, Newt. Try not to sound like a total creep.]
--Hey! [He shuts his laptop, and waves her in, not too startled by the deepness of her voice. He's not really used to Trolls speaking at him, let alone in English.]
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When the Alternian wanders in, Newt glances up from his laptop, catching up on a mathematics journal published by a friend of his and can't help but stare. He's used to seeing Alternian's, but they are usually in pieces. It's nice to see a whole one. He can tell by the slight pigment variation on the troll's joints that she's somewhere in the middle blood-caste group, but he'd not know for sure unless he took some blood.
Okay, Newt. Try not to sound like a total creep.]
--Hey! [He shuts his laptop, and waves her in, not too startled by the deepness of her voice. He's not really used to Trolls speaking at him, let alone in English.]
C'mon in!