[Egon starts writing down what Newt is saying, nodding and processing all of this. At least, until she reaches the aliens part. He stops writing for a moment, looking at her incredulously.
His first instinct is to immediately retort that aliens don't exist, and he opens his mouth to say as much, but something in the back of his mind (thankfully) stops him. Something about children being more fragile than adults. He pauses for a moment, looking a tad uncomfortable and rubs the back of his head.
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His first instinct is to immediately retort that aliens don't exist, and he opens his mouth to say as much, but something in the back of his mind (thankfully) stops him. Something about children being more fragile than adults. He pauses for a moment, looking a tad uncomfortable and rubs the back of his head.
What...do you say in this kind of situation?]
Why...what were the aliens...like?
[......yikes, Egon.]