[There's a moment or two where Newt is stuck watching her expectantly. That explanation can't end there. Not... real? What? He rubs at her arm again, feels the fabric of her sleeve under his fingers. She certainly feels real. Is that some trick that this game is playing on him?]

Hey, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad about that?

[He hesitates, really at a loss of where to start with this, and then, because he sucks and I gotta:]

I'm, uh, not a real girl either. [He laughs, though a bit awkwardly.] I'm... I don't really know what that means. Sorry. You look real enough to me.