Newt took the hand of the (there was no other word for it, that he knew) gentleman and shook it as confidently as he was able. "It's good to meet you, Lestat," he said with a small bow that he'd neither intended or planned. It just sort of felt right. Like when they'd been in Tortuga, playing at being pirates. With real pirates and real consequences.
He cocked his head to one side and nodded in agreement. There was one thing you couldn't complain about here and it was the company, though he hadn't met Louis yet. "Is he a friend from home?" Newt asked curiously, knowing that many of the guests had felt strange sharing with strangers initially. "Sometimes you get moved, though I'm not entirely sure how," he told Lestat, attempting to give the man some hope that his situation would improve with time. "I got put with my friend, which was a blessing," because he wasn't sure how he would have reacted to the others so soon after leaving their home-world.
As he put the coloured liquid onto the paper Newt's face creased in curiosity. "What are you doing? he asked as Lestat took the bottle and went looking for a 'real bag', whatever that looked like. "I was looking for clothes," which seemed rather ridiculous standing in a shop that seemed filled with them, "but it's not something I have a single idea how to go about doing," Newt admitted as they walked towards the counter. "At home we had whatever hand-me-downs were left around and the then hotel gave me a few things, but everyone else looks...different." He shrugged it off, "where are you from?" he asked, his never-ending curiosity spurring him to more questions. "You have a strange accent I've not heard before. It sounds pretty," he said with a smile.