[It's not entirely Bryn's fault; Scott's own eyes are meandering left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of something - anything - that might make suitable holiday gifts for the people he's miraculously managed to befriend on the turtle. There's a number of questions running through his mind, from what on earth do teenage girls like nowadays to I bet Tony could make one of those in his sleep to what the hell did I just run into?
The last one is prompted by the sudden impact of his head against something really hard. There's a light swear as he reorients himself and blinks to catch sight of--]
--Oh. Hey, Bryn.
[She gets a warm smile despite the collision, as well as a small wave.]
You out walking the--uh [shoot, what is that thing] whatever-it-is? [Maybe if he gestures in its general direction she'll understand what he's trying to say.]
oh my god I'm so sorry. this is so late you can ignore it if you want.
The last one is prompted by the sudden impact of his head against something really hard. There's a light swear as he reorients himself and blinks to catch sight of--]
--Oh. Hey, Bryn.
[She gets a warm smile despite the collision, as well as a small wave.]
You out walking the--uh [shoot, what is that thing] whatever-it-is? [Maybe if he gestures in its general direction she'll understand what he's trying to say.]