Heather chuckled slightly, able to make out Scotty's calls. She gave him that moment and then another after he'd said to come in, straightening her peasant tunic before opening the doors.
Waving the canister to Scotty as she entered, Heather made for the nearest table. "So I brought the goods. Ye got some glasses 'round here?" First they'd taste, then they'd play with schematics until they couldn't keep it coherent anymore-- such was the plan, anyway.