Hey.

[She says it with a little concern, as she gives him an odd look. What was he looking at just now?

She isn't going to pry, mostly because she's busy grabbing him by the hand and tugging him into her room. One of the beds in this room is piled up with junk from the marketplace, thanks Doctor.

Everything else is immaculate because she rarely spends any time here at all. There is an ugly hat sitting on one of the other beds though, a cloth one that's an ugly muddy red clay color. She goes to pick it up and holds it out to him.]

He loves hats, and wanted one so badly when we were at the market together. So if you could make sure he gets it...and this -

[She pulls a piece of paper out of the pocket of her skirt, and passes it back and forth between her hands. It's a handwritten letter, one she's still debating if she should send along with the hat. Her eyes look up to Newt, to see how much he's judging her right now.]

Are you sure you don't mind? You look like you had something on your mind when you got here.