Scott arched a brow, and if it seemed like he was trying very hard not to lose his temper, he was. They were alone here, there were no cameras, and he doubted he'd been spotted slipping inside. Couldn't he just punch Loki in his stupid, smart mouth? Just a little bit. Just enough to keep him from goading Scott every time they were alone together. But no. Again, bad idea. He couldn't be sure how much pull Loki had with the President. He couldn't be sure that letting his temper get the best of him wouldn't result in Cassie's swift ejection from the Capitol. Back to Twelve, where she still had two years of eligibility for the Games - although he was sure she wouldn't have to wait for her name to be pulled.
So he sucked his teeth, briefly, reigning in the better part of his frustration. "Welp." Scott pushed away from the counter top, giving Loki a wide berth as he made for the door. He didn't trust himself to brush past the other man without a shoulder check. "That's your job, isn't it? To make sure people know?" Let him tell someone that Scott had found his way to the Gamemaker restrooms. It was sure to be a riveting conversation: Well, what was he doing? Washing his face. Alone? Yes.
There was nothing he could have gleaned from this room, and Loki knew it. Spying would be a stretch. Scott pushed open the door, turning back to the other man with an insincere smile - one that was complimented by a less than polite hand gesture - as he slipped out.