Back at his apartment, Raleigh's Drivesuit sits in his hall closet. Literally gathering dust, he's thought before, like some old collector's item that no longer had a place, now uninteresting. There've been times now, in Darrow, where he's felt the same. Even when he'd been out of a Jaeger for years, he knew that there was something that he was good at. He had purpose. And now? It all has him feeling pretty aimless, so he's seeking out a friend. He's only passed by the lab before, but it wouldn't kill Newt - or him - to pay his friend a visit and get away from the gym and his apartment.

It's hard not to get sidetracked when he sees what looks a bit like a jet to him, though, and he can't help but wander closer. It looks decades ahead of anything that he's ever seen Darrow pop out, and that alone makes it interesting...

And then he sees who's sitting in the pilot's seat. Faye, he remembers - she left an impression.

"This thing yours?" He's still twenty feet away or so as he calls out, still looking the plane over with undisguised awe. "Hey."