(sorry I have been severely lacking sleep recently and have very little brain)
Celia hesitates for a moment, then shrugs and takes it. “You’re so scandalous, Mr. McQueen. My parents would be shocked, I’m sure.” She shows absolutely no indication of wanting to distance herself from you, and instead holds the cigarette up for a light. “But you’re easy to talk to, not like-” A generous gesture takes in the hospital, her parents, and in all probability, the United States of America. “How did you find your first night here? You haven’t upped sticks and fled, at least.”
Newton seems a fairly serious type. He tells you a bit about himself - more than he notices, probably. He grew up in the city, and it seems to have been taken for granted that he’d join the police like his father. He was the man of the house while his father was walking his beat, and clearly feels responsibility for three younger sisters. His ideas about police work seem a bit idealistic to you, perhaps because of the family influence.
The main thing you learn about the Green Mountains, at least to begin with, is that lips have been kept pretty tight even with the force. Unless Newton’s lying to you, of course, but he seems too earnest for that. You’re pretty sure he’d like to know more himself. A dramatic rescue with heroic sacrifices is the sort of thing people talk about, surely. If it was a botched operation, the top brass might try to keep it quiet, but word would get out amongst the ranks. He has a general sense that more happened than anyone’s letting on.
Talking about it seems a little therapeutic for him. You get the sense that he’s more analytical than a lot of constables you’ve dealt with, and he finds the process of piecing things together satisfying.
“I’d be interested to know what you make of the doctors, too,” he replies. “Thorne seems a decent fellow, but I found him vague. I’d have liked something more concrete. Still, he was frank enough about the prospect of success. We’re a mixed bag, and I suppose we can’t all take to it equally well. If he were promising miraculous recoveries for all I’d probably be the first out the door. It’s just… hard to be patient, don’t you find? Sitting around hoping someone can help, and not able to do a damned thing about it ourselves.” He breaks off at that, as though catching himself, and takes a few deep breaths of the morning air.