"I wonder, why closely guard any possible avenues of escape if they were not a viable way to leave this place," he muses aloud, mostly to himself, but he would not mind a bit of conversation as to the peculiar nature of these fireflies.

He looks down at his pocket, and smiles gently, a rare thing, and cants his head in Helen's direction.

"Yes, I was, I found her after she fell out of her nest. Her name is Carol." Newt says, and moves closer to where she's standing. "You may see her, if you like."