The first thing Newton hears in reply is the satisfied cackle of a man in bandages with a rosary on his neck. The man seems pleased with himself, satisfied with capturing another one of those vermin.

"Oh, sorry. Were the ropes too tight?" He grins, mocking the man dangling from the ceiling.

"Forgive me, but the Queen did order us to keep the Real things out of the way while they're here. I'm just doing her a favor."

... Someone tell him he accidentally caught himself another Mirror. Please.