Newt stares at the drawing for a good thirty seconds.

"Holy shit." And then--a grin starts to spread over his face. "Holy fucking shit!" And then...he starts laughing. Not just a small laugh, no, but a loud, cackling laugh, clutching at his ribs, because it's honestly so perfect and so incredibly ironic that he just can't help it. "That--haha--that's perfect."

...Newt that's not a great thing to say. This, of course, doesn't occur to him--and he's still giggling and oh his sides hurt but at least his laughter is starting to calm. And he's rubbing a hand under his glasses wiping away tears. "Of course we--hehe--we turn into a damn kaiju!" And he's off giggling again, snorting in laughter.