Shaking his head, Scott rubbed a tired hand over his face, realizing he needed to shave. Not that he would tell her that, but he absolutely hated not being clean shaven. It was one of his ticks, but oh well. "That's too bad." He quickly pointed out, a little curious why anyone would want to pay him a visit at all. "Fresh air sounds all too good right about now." Well, at the very least anyway. Scott really just wanted to be let go to whatever it was they were willing to let him go free to. Well, as long as it wasn't back to captivity in that facility, but why free someone you were going to give back? That would be pretty pointless.
But something did not sit right with him. The why? He did not recognize her voice so much, and yet here she was? Having hoped to pay him a visit? "Who are you?" Scott wasn't one to try and be rude, but she obviously knew who he was, so why try and introduce himself?
Cooped up in some type of, well, it felt like some medical facility, definitely did not sit well with Scott at all. He wanted to get out. He wanted it more then anything he could think of. It practically washed over him, consuming him, but Scott was always one of those men that needed more information, as always.
Scratching the back of his head, and raising his brows at the offer, he smiled a little bit. "Clothes would be more then great. Coffee would be like offering gold right now." Clothes and coffee? Far too perfect of an offer. Then again, it's not as if he should be wondering around where ever they were practically hanging out of a hospital gown. The wrong kind of breeze could do a man a lot of harm.