[Unfortunately for Rosie, hiding her severed hand does no good. Newt had already spilled the beans on her... condition. She'll find him sitting on the couch in the living room as soon as she walks into the house, eating soup right from the can. He slurps noodles from a spoonful and chews contemplatively.]

That'd be one way to describe it, yeah. Been out and about at all hours, huh?

[He somehow looks for all the world like a father who's just caught his wayward daughter home late.]