Newton strolled into the building, a cheerfully whistled tune on his lips. His face, as usual, held traces of a confident smirk and there was a cheerful pep in his step. Despite that, his eyes were weighed with heavy dark bags, a clear result of last night's full moon.

"G'morning, guys!" he cheerfully called out. He glanced over at Fae, giving her a little wink and coy grin. "And an especially good morning to you, Miss Fae. You're looking as pretty as ever."

With a laugh, Newton headed to the coffee machine. He fixed himself a caffeinated brew before chugging down half of it. The taste was bitter, with it just being plain black, and the heat burned his tongue, but it definitely got the job done. He choked down the rest before heading away.

Newton headed towards Marcus' office, his maw stretched in a wide yawn. "Eh...hey Boss, hey James." He paused for a moment, sniffing the air. The faint but sharp scent of alcohol lingered about. He turned to James, who seemed to be the source. Newton cast him a questioning look before turning to Marcus and asking, "Anything new?"