There's a piemaker who has a permanent position in this bar, and Newt would think that's weirder if he wasn't already shoving a slice of delicious-looking pastry onto his plate. It's the mention of the other Darrow that gives him pause, and he freezes to look up at Derek with his fork halfway to his mouth.

"Oh." Newt doesn't know the dirty details of what'd happened, and he's not especially inclined to ask because he knows he sure as hell doesn't love talking about the shit that's happened to him in his life. Well, okay, he loves talking about what'd happened with the kaijus but that's different because all of what he'd done then had been intended. Mostly.

"Well, I guess it's good for him that you were there. Like, if Kate wasn't going to be with me to kick asses, I'd probably opt for you as second choice."