"I thought this was a hospital, I just didn't want to walk out into the hall with my ass hanging out," Scotty answered the girl who had asked about clothes. "I mean, look, they have the IV and the gowns, and the this thing," he raised his arm, showing off his ID bracelet, then trying to read it to himself as people started to get a little bit hostile and the chick in the gown went scooting away and then back. He felt like the fact that no one was where they were before seemed a little more important than something that they should just move on from, but his attention didn't fully return to the group until he heard the word "kidnapped" go by.
"We're not kidnapped. No. This isn't where kidnapped people end up," he laughed nervously, trying not to think of the research he had done on kidnappings after his dad disappeared. Either way, this didn't match up to that idea. "We're just... probably... on a gameshow or something. That's what the cameras are for, right? Yeah. Hell, I bet the host is downstairs waiting for us. Tyra Banks, maybe? Ladies? Yeah? You a Tyra guy, man? I'm guessing no, but I don't actually know you." He tried to grin as he took a step backwards towards the stairs, but the idea that this was all fine was very quickly leaving him. "I'm Scotty, by the way," he added.