The Heartwood invasion of the bodysnatchers

He wasn't wrong. Leta surely would have tried. Newt had already made up his own mind though. He had not given anyone the chance to. Too nonconfrontational to even contemplate responding to that, she just let it go. What could she do now? He was gone. He had made his decisions. And here they stood. She wasn't mad at him about it, not now that she knew he was okay. She hadn't been mad to begin wtih... just sad. Confused. 

His hesitation caused Leta's head to cock all the way to the right. They're what?! She was hooked. Misfits? Well, you're not a misfit, she said, head returning to its rightful place. Well, was she sure about that? Hm. Come to think of it, what's a misfit? because she could very well stand corrected. Leta was just happy she could go and visit him, honestly. D'you like 'em? He must, given he stayed there, right?