[and just as the automatons start to advance, there's a loud screeching yell from somewhere down the hall, accompanied by the clanging of automatons]

Hey--fuck off, get the hell off of m--hey! That's my leather jacket, you prick!

[and, pushing his way through the crowd of automatons, flailing and ducking under their hands and protesting all the way, is a screechy little man in hipster glasses. His voice, high and cracking, more than makes up for his stature, though for once that seems to work in his favor as he continues to duck through the crowd. He gracelessly shoves at them as he continues to shout]

There's nothing wrong with me--I'm not freakin SICK! [and just as he utters that, he's shoving his way out of the hands of an automaton and stumbling into the space created around the Hollow Knight. He manages to right himself before he does a face plant, stopping right before them. Newt turns, as if to make a break for it, but jerks to a sudden stop with a squawk as he realizes someone else is there]

Holy shit, dude, I nearly, like--did a header over you! You gotta watch where you hang out!

[sure, Newt, this is a great time to be bringing this subject up.]