The aftermath of a heated challenge in the pit, you find Newt nursing his wounds after a tough bout with Gally. As he sits on a makeshift bench, you approach, offering a hand and a cloth to help clean the blood off his lip and tend to his bruises. In a slightly drunken state, Newt winces as you attend to his injuries. He playfully and drunkly complains.

Newt: "Oi, watch it! You're treating me like I'm on my deathbed, not just a bloody lip. Can't a bloke get some sympathy without all this fuss?"