[ scott's loitering. there's still people who haven't moved on, and it isn't that scott thinks no one can take care of themselves, but if a shambling herd of zombie starts approaching, chances are scott will hear it before anyone else. he's straining so hard listening for the warning zombie noises that when river brushes by him scott nearly jumps out of his skin. ]
omg :3 hi river. let's say trainwreck.
Um. Hi?
[ he ventures, looking down at her. ]
Are you going to take a radio?