Scotty just sort of stood watching the first two girls as they prepared to wander out into the world. He couldn't blame them, really, because if they had been kidnapped, which, yeah, they probably had been, then obviously their first instinct should have been to run. But all this was weird, and there was no one around but them, and if the hick guy had left with no problem, and there didn't seem to be evidence that he had been pursued by anything, then why the hell would anyone jump into the snow barefoot?
Other than the adrenaline rush, he thought to himself. Normally he'd be all for that, but he why do that when he didn't know where the hell they even were?
"Yeah, okay, cool, you guys find a car, I guess? I'm going to take ten minutes to go back upstairs and put my clothes on, aaaand I'm also going to check out these room, because if this house is as swanky as it is, there's probably jackets and boots and shit hidden around here somewhere. Maybe other survival shit we need. After that, sure, let's run the hell away. There are enough windows and doors here that I'm not too worried about not being able to get out if someone locks the front door." He shrugged, hoping he made sense, but not really caring if the others still wanted to go ahead with their own plan, or plans.