"Yes, sweetheart?" Scotty replied, only just making out Oliver's Baby over the buzzing in his ears. It felt right to be a little bit of an ass right then, if just because the playfulness took some of the horror out of the memory of running face first into one of those horrible fucking monsters. He'd known what he was doing, and he knew how strong they were when he'd done it, but there was still a little part of him that had hoped that the real trouble had been the fact that Ivy and Chase weren't as muscular as he was. Maybe he could take one of those things. He'd been proven wrong, and he remembered having time to think about that and his stupid decision as he was cocooned up in that thing and carried off to who knows where. He tried to think of where he'd ended up, and tried not to let it annoy him when he found no memory of that part.
He stared up at the ceiling of... He did know this room, he was sure of it... and tried to figure out who was there with him based off sound and pressure alone, only coming up with Oliver because he'd heard Oliver and Edwin call each other baby in the hallways enough times to throw up at the over-affection. He wanted to move, but his body felt like he'd been tackled hard-- and to be fair, he had --and he briefly wondered if maybe he could roll his way to the bathtub so he could get the hot water and soak before these other ragdolls had the same idea. "Fuck, you guys, you should have seen what I did, yo. It was dumb as shit."