"I, I think so," she says. She pulls the coat close again, then pulls it around herself, almost absently. She's curvier, fuller, than Newt; she fills it out differently than he does, and she hugs it close around herself. It's warm around her from his own body heat, and she shivers a little.

She doesn't talk for the rest of the walk, but she also doesn't let go of Newt, clutching his arm, his hand, at times walking awkwardly with her need to stay close.

Part of her is terrified of Jack's reaction. She's got tear tracks on her face, her makeup is smudged; she's dirty and her shirt's torn. She can imagine what she looks like.