Newt remains quiet for a moment then stares at the table.

"No, they just work on stupid things. Like dangerous potential military bio-weapons that kill everyone, instead of anything useful."

And there's a bitterness there that's half hers, though the words, especially the longer words, might sound like they were taken from someone else. As though she overheard someone else very angry about the same thing, but was able to put it into words better.