He's quiet for a long moment as he considers that, before Newt admits, "At least one of them," because that's the truth. For as weird and oddly violent as Johanna could be, Newt trusted her. He makes a mental note to introduce them--Newt has a feeling she and Minho'll get along like peas in a pod. "And her life's shucked up more than the Glade ever was. Nothin' bout the place being destroyed, though."

But, maybe answers--more of them, anyway--can come after he ushers Minho off to the shower. Newt accompanies him to them and waits on the wall outside, leaning up against it so that if he speaks up he can still be heard, even over the water running. Honestly, it probably wouldn't even be that weird for him to join him--communal showers were the norm in the Glade--but he's already starting to get dried off, and besides, the more hot water the better.

Running his hand up and down his bicep, Newt bites the inside of his cheek. "I've been here...two months or sommat. Tommy said it's been even longer for him. That's part of why I think it can't be the same place we were supposed to be. I mean, the bastards over there've got all kinds of bloody tech, but I think skippin' time is even a little out of their league. Else they woulda put us past the Flare in time, right? Unless they wanted to keep messing with us like their shucking guinea pigs."

That last sentence got way too bitter, and Newt sighs, tipping his head back a little against the shower wall. "Apparently Teresa was here for a tic, too, but she was gone before I ever showed up."