He was not a car person and definitely not into them THAT way, but there was something kind of sexy about all the little add ons Hermann had installed and the way the tray seamlessly disappeared into the dash. It was sleek in the way the Jaegers were, their wartime equipment wasn't, and Newt loved it.

He was getting bothered over a car--Hermann's car, but a car. How dumb.

"I rather imagine you'll need cleaning supplies for more than just that," he murmured, retracting the tray back to its hidden position. Then, he reached for the middle console of the dash to explore the radio options, changes stations obnoxiously until he found something loud, regardless of genre.