[ As Sirius replies, Newt nods along, brows furrowing. He looks like he might start taking notes any second (and he would, if his quill wasn't in his coat), undeniably attentive to the explanation. He's a researcher, above all else, someone who observes and learns. ]

I appreciate that you've given us all you can. [ in talking about this in the relatively neutral setting of Tina and Remus' shared home, rather than waiting for someone else to spring the information on them. A warning is better than nothing. A gesture of, well, perhaps not trust but rational thinking. He twists his hands on the table, hesitant to vocalize his conclusions. After a moment, he pipes up, soft yet firm. Again, he looks to Sirius. ]

And I'm willing to believe you. [ The benefit of the doubt, as it were. Because it's what he wanted and needed, back in New York, gallivanting around with illegal creatures desperate to return home. ] Wouldn't want wizards fighting around here, anyhow. [ in a densely populated city with refugees meant to blend in and barred from travelling far. If a second voice will diffuse the tension, he's happy to provide it. His opinion may even hold sway for once, given the chocolate frog card business — but that's a privately amusing thought for another time, isn't it? ]

[ Hard to say if he'd, ah, shout someone down for strangers (or if he has a particularly shouty setting to call upon, even if the situation required it), but he's terribly familiar with being misunderstood, teetering on the border between what's right and what's legal, trying to get others to stop and listen for one, bloody moment.

When he continues, he glances from Remus to Tina. ] If that's enough.

[ If half of the team on board is good enough for Remus and Sirius, and if it's alright with her goes unsaid, seeing as he's his own person. Of course, he hopes it's alright with her despite himself. Things will be messy, otherwise. ]