Had he gotten the notice? Scott wasn’t sure he’d been here long enough to warrant any mail being addressed to him, but he also hadn’t bothered to check. There was a box somewhere with his name on it by now, no doubt - the adult thing to do would be to go find it when they were done with this run-through. Well, the actual adult thing to do would have been to look for it a week ago, but now it would have to be something Scott chalked up to “better late than never.” And when he found the notice in it - which he was sure would happen, given his overall luck - all he’d be able to say was great, good to know.
“Oh. No. But that doesn’t mean anything, I haven’t checked the mail since I got here.” It was equally likely that Hope had received something and it had just gotten lost in the shuffle of her mission preparation. Either way, he wouldn’t prevent the guy from doing his job. Scott stepped aside and opened the door fully to allow the other man in. “Which sucks, ‘cause now I’m gonna have to get rid of all my drugs and hookers. You can have some of my fries when they get here, though--if the hookers don’t get to them first, I mean.”
Scott moved away from the door, letting it drift closed behind him. “It’s Peter, right? You want something to drink, or do you want to just bang this out?" A pause. "The.. inspection.”