[Newt nods, slowly, then with more determination. Nothing to worry about. He bites his lip and looks out the window. He fidgets with his power suppressor, debates turning it on, and then leaves it alone. He meets Hermann's eyes.]

...And what would you really like? [It's an honest question without accusation. He's trying.] This isn't just about what I'd like, and you know I'd accept a couple of days, but that sounds like a compromise in my favor, Hermann.