Candy apples. [He repeats, a frown forming as he withdraw from the mouth to trace his fingers back up to the cheek, running his thumb over the corner of one of its eyes.] He didn't deserve this... it looks like someone in the lab didn't quite seal away one of our otherworldly friends. Or find out what it likes to feed on in time.

[The worst part? The thing whimpers, eyes darting between the two of them as it didn't understand why it couldn't move. Out of self preservation, or just the desire to rip them apart? More likely the latter, but Newt's gone with the former.] Shh...

... Where do you think it would hurt the least?