She colored at Newt's kind words while she gave a shake of her head. Tina had cared very little about herself-- her name was stuffy and old and she wasn't all that great. But it's pointless in that moment to argue with Newt about it-- Nevermind that it would be silly to.

"Well," She considered, casting him a brow, "you told me your name, it was only fair I told you mine. Rather or not I agree if any of it suits me."

Tina was surprised when it was Newt reaching for her-- though she really shouldn't be. Her heart thumped against her chest uncomfortable when she glanced up to smile at him in turn. "I wouldn't say I'm glad anyone is here," She mumbled, not unkindly, "but I am selfishly happy that you are." It's a quiet admission; She rarely wanted or did much for herself, but she was finding herself content with Newt there. She bit down on her lip once more before exhaling.