Newt can't help but smile, heart lightened already by the feel of the small, furry creature as Alex hands him into his waiting arms. He cradles the creature delicately, holding him close as if he were the most fragile being in the world.

"I know exactly what you mean," he says, moving one hand to offer to the joey, to sniff if it would like. "That's why I study creatures, where I come from. They make much more sense than people do, honestly." He glances up to smile at Alex, relief and pleasant surprise to come across a kindred spirit here in this brutal wilderness.

"That is a tragedy," he says, shaking his head. Although, the mention of food brings up a good point. "I don't suppose anyone's found any sort of food supply around here, have they?"