[Well, that certainly startles Newt. He wheels away, tumbling backward in a panic.]

Jesus. So, what, all you guys have wings or something?

[But, give him a second. He rights himself, kneeling next to Jacopo to resume the grip on his shoulder. Judging from Jacopo's dazed response, they need to cut to the chase here, not to mention drawing this out wouldn't be smart. He swallows.]

Right, um. Tell us about the other Reapers. How many are left, and who are they?