God. Newt absolutely loathed being called into The Office. Wherever he worked it was always an inevitability, but it always seemed to make him feel like he was back in first grade, getting scolded for sneaking into a senior class to get a hold of a frog to dissect. And not getting called to the office was the thing he liked best about Mintaka. They just let him get on with his own work, checking in on him once and a while to say that he's been doing a good job, a pat on the head and then moving on. He supposes with everything happening outside or work and the fact he's been taking things home, maybe he's been noticeably slipping.

Newt nervously sidesteps into the room, giving Baelheit an awkward smile before taking a seat in front of the desk, jiggling his knee and fiddling with his fingers absently. Something about this guy still didn't sit well with him, but Newt's never been able to put his finger on it.

"Uh, hey Dr Baelheit. What can I do for yah?"