Not messin' with organics. I'm gonna file that under 'good guys'.

[he gives a short laugh, and then once Ratchet gets started, it's very obvious that Newt is having trouble keeping quiet to actually get his first questions answered. Especially since they lead to more questions, and Newt can literally just sit here all night asking away. He's got the document for it. Which he actually is adding to as Ratchet talks.]

Can you use any parts to fix yourselves? So like, modify any our our technology to suit your own needs or does it have to be specific? Is there anywhere inside you guys that's actually organic, like just a little? Like an organ right in the middle of all the metal to keep you guys alive and kicking. You have a kind of blood, right? What do you guys even eat? Wait do you even need to eat or is it more like fuelling up? And dude, how old Are you, gramps? Oh man, this is so freaking cool!

[when Ratchet leans back over, Newt shrugs and turns the screen fully so he can see, mostly because his rampant curiosity is taking over any sense of security. These are his notes, not CONDORs. Fuck 'em.]

You fixed him all up, right? He kinda left here in a bad way. I don't like letting patients leave like that.