Newt did not pull his hand away, though with his other he unconsciously reached up and tried to straighten his hair a bit. He even took his hand off the case to do it.

"My name is Newt Scamander," he said. "And you are right. This is not my home." If she wasn't a Muggle, he might as well tell her the truth. "Well, London is. Except a week ago, it was 1927."