If Newt ever hears tell of this man. This Doctor, he might be interested to meet him, considering that she finds he might actually do something similar to him. It would be a novel sort of experience, he imagines, to meet someone who thought along the same lines as he did.

He hadn't been paying proper attention to his surroundings until he heard the woman's voice, and startled only slightly. He hadn't heard her approach. Her accent is familiar at least, which makes him feel a little less out of place than usual.

"Um, no," Newt begins, cupping the little squirrel in one hand. "It's more likely that she fell out of the tree. I imagine her nest must be up there."

He doesn't quite meet her eyes, but he is giving her his attention. At least the part of it that isn't devoted to the baby squirrel. "Just a broken paw, but the mother likely won't be returning. Good thing I happened along then."