[He shrugs slightly.] To clear his head, or something, basically. [Scott doesn't move from his place, but BKS eyes follow her movements. There's an odd familiarity in it that, under different circumstances, he likely word have been teasing her about. As it stands, he doesn't comment at all.]
Yeah, I guess, I mean that's about the extent of what I-- [He pauses as she asks that last question. He hadn't even considered it, but now that she's brought it up...
He sinks impossibly lower and pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing out:] Yeah, probably. [And had worked by Scott's side, listened to his fretting and his panic, and never said a word. He's not sure whether to be hurt or angry.]