"Dunno. The one I've had is mostly a creeper, anyway," Scott answered without thinking and without really looking at who he was talking to. He was too busy taking an umpteenth check on the space between him, his nurse, and the door to the room. If it was possible, Scott could have sworn the woman had moved in closer without his even noticing. Darn it, why did she have to make this so hard?
It took him a few more moments, but it finally registered in his mind that he was now talking to someone. Moreover, he was talking to a complete stranger. A brief kindergarten flashback of STRANGER DANGER seized him for a second, making him tense up with wide eyes for a second before the feeling gave way to his more rational mind. The other guy didn't look threatening at all upon a second glance; in fact, he looked about as normal as a person could get. Scott could easily envision him chilling with him and his friends at Stills's place or something. Whether that would really be true or not, Scott didn't know, but he was hoping his first impression would be right. And not, you know, secret serial murderer.
Scott shook his head free of that scary thought. "Uh, sorry. I'm Scott, by the way. Scott Pilgrim," he said, turning to face the other guy a little more directly. "You don't look too keen to be here either. Not a fan of the big guy?" he asked, gesturing at the screen (which lacked Kong at the moment, but Scott was sure his meaning would be understood anyway). "Or just wanna be somewhere else?"
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It took him a few more moments, but it finally registered in his mind that he was now talking to someone. Moreover, he was talking to a complete stranger. A brief kindergarten flashback of STRANGER DANGER seized him for a second, making him tense up with wide eyes for a second before the feeling gave way to his more rational mind. The other guy didn't look threatening at all upon a second glance; in fact, he looked about as normal as a person could get. Scott could easily envision him chilling with him and his friends at Stills's place or something. Whether that would really be true or not, Scott didn't know, but he was hoping his first impression would be right. And not, you know, secret serial murderer.
Scott shook his head free of that scary thought. "Uh, sorry. I'm Scott, by the way. Scott Pilgrim," he said, turning to face the other guy a little more directly. "You don't look too keen to be here either. Not a fan of the big guy?" he asked, gesturing at the screen (which lacked Kong at the moment, but Scott was sure his meaning would be understood anyway). "Or just wanna be somewhere else?"