[when scott has the energy to look up again after his rather trying sprint, he'll find a tall red-headed man in a blue coat crouched down in front of a tattered brown suitcase that he appears to have just latched shut.

his head snaps up and over in scott's direction at his question with a startled, nearly skittish look, fingers fumbling slightly over the latch.] What. No, nobody here. I mean, nobody besides me. Obviously I'm here, aren't I? You wouldn't be speaking to me otherwise. At least, I don't think you would be, I can hardly speak for you I suppose.

[he never quite manages to meet scott's eyes through any of this, a thin smile wavering slightly on his face.]