"I don't suppose these have a more official title other than 'pain laser'?" Newt asks, managing to sound amused in spite at the hunger gnawing at his stomach and the cold seeping through to his bones. He peels off his own glove covering his left hand, reluctant as he is to do so, to show the approaching party that he, too, has one of the so-called 'pain lasers.'

The mention of food makes Newt's stomach growl.

He smiles at the promise of another cuddle with the joey. "Beauregard, huh? I like it."

He nods to Alex. "It's hard to argue against food and warmth in this weather." He turns back towards the approaching group, studying them as he would an approaching beast.

"I don't suppose you know what happened to the original group sent to rescue us? Or where they disappeared to?" He asks, curious and cautious both. After what he's seen over the past few days, he could imagine only too well what might have happened to the originally party sent out for them.