He stopped when she spoke, shrugging a little as he spoke. "Figured that was all, right? Do you need anything at the moment?" Scott was so awkward with personal conversation, he should trademark it and teach a class on the profession.
Put him on the battlefield and give him 10 seconds, and he could warp any situation into a winning outcome. But as him to talk to the pretty blond about how she was doing, and he was all thumbs. It was a trade, Scott assumed.