Newt was entirely too good at conversation and entirely too bad at knowing when not to talk. Or at least, he had been before going private sector. Now, he was a bit smoother. Had that a bit more under control.
A bit. Pretty much just enough to keep from getting killed by his boss during meetings. Just enough. He was still Newton Geiszler, after all, with all the baggage that came with that fact.
When the woman spoke to him, just that one word, he leaned his head back just enough to see her. "Hey," he greeted, giving a lazy wave of one hand in greeting. "Avoiding someone or just out here to think in peace?" Either way she was probably going to experience the dubious joy that was conversation with him, but at least he was asking first. He was rarely so polite.